Recovering, grumpily, after that 19-hour sleep that did do me a lot of good. When
bunnyhugger got up she wanted to know why Meijer's hadn't filled my Paxlovid prescription. I had assumed they were getting a supply from another store and figured to give to later in the afternoon (when I'd assume everything got transferred around locally). She pressed me that this was way too long a wait, and I called the pharmacy and learned there was some problem with the prescription. They wouldn't say what.
bunnyhugger, working from her experience, supposed this was the doctor's office not providing adequate instructions on how to take the medicine. Our doctor's office tends to just suppose that, like ``take per the box says'' or ``take per the schedule we worked out'' is enough and our local Meijer's tends to see that as ``not nearly enough instruction''.
And, yes, part of the point of separating doctor from pharmacist is to have an independent set of eyes looking at medicines and possible interactions and whether the instructions make sense. And you kind of want a pharmacist who's going to be hard on ``can we trust the patient has the information needed to take this right?'' But then, ``take like the box says'' ought to be enough. And, more, my doctor's office, which is like three minutes down the road from Meijer's, should know by now that this pharmacy is going to be the stickler and shouldn't be letting sloppy instructions through.
Anyway, the Meijer pharmacist called my doctor's office and got the on-call physician and straightened out whatever the issue was. (I am only assuming it was insufficiently precise dosage instructions.)
bunnyhugger went to the store and got the medicine and I've taken my first round as I write this and plausibly the second by the time you read it. We'll see how long I spend asleep after this.
I know you're disappointed not seeing Dutch Wonderland pictures. Let me try and make up for it with some here:
Cute little kiddie ride (it is a kids park, mind) of bears orbiting a beehive. That's nice seeing.
Array of heraldic-ish shields decorating the bathrooms. I don't know if they're referencing anything particular; I haven't played enough Crusader Kings to recognize particular shields well.
Hey, want a Dutch Wonderland Driver's License? I was a little tempted, must admit; you don't get custom-printed souvenir nonsense like this anymore.
Exploration Island was new to us since our 2010 visit. What does this slightly three-dimensional Duke see? Well ...
A gondola ride, an antique autos ride, and the monorail all in one picture! I don't think there's a spot where all three are atop each other but they do come close.
As Dutch Wonderland is in Pennsylvania yes, it's required to have a Turnpike ride.
Trivia: The medical applications of sugar and spices is reflected, by the end of the 13th century, the terms ``spicers'', ``pepperers'', ``apothecaries'', and ``spicer-apothecaries'' selling the preparations that, mixed with sugar and spices, became bearable to swallow. Source: Sweets: A History of Temptation, TIm Richardson.
Currently Reading: Inspired Enterprise: How NASA, the Smithsonian, and the Aerospace Community Helped Launch Star Trek, Glen E Swanson.
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Date: 2026-03-23 01:00 am (UTC)