jail

First, the worrying. Shawshank gets three free phone calls every week now. He called after dinner tonight. Since it’s not one of the pre-planned nights to call, he freaked me out yet again. He was pretty upset when he called the first time last night, and he doesn’t hide it very well. When I ask…

These are scary times.

Some days suck, like today. We’re busting ass at the pharmacy, while every business around us closes because we’re on the verge of a zombie apocalypse. We had a handful of patients who apologized for bothering us over their maintenance meds. There’s a few cases of the flu, and there’s the unasked question hanging in…