Laura has been trying to get all of Nana's prescriptions from her latest hospital stay filled. The pharmacy had a problem with the prescriptions. It apparently isn't on the correct form. Since one of the medicines was for a substance that keeps platelets from sticking to and building up around Nana's stent, Mama Bear mode kicked in about .02 seconds later (oh, that poor pharmacist). My sweet wife started reciting the list of who to contact at what hospital and here's everyone's phone numbers and call me when you get it figured out.
She went to pick up all of the prescriptions later that day. On a Sunday. Don't mess with Mama Bear. :-)
Apparently there's slightly more to this story: When the pharmacist called to the hospital to verify with Dr. W, all the pharmacist wanted was Dr. W's FAX number. The hospital was unwilling to provide that information, but they did provide Dr. W's personal cell number. Which the pharmacist called and spoke with Dr. W. on a Sunday. Twice.
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