Saturday, April 05, 2008

Tug of War


As we came out of the doctor’s office, Ma informed me the doctor would call in her prescriptions for refill. She wanted to go to the pharmacy right then and there. The old OPD control issue. I explained to her if the doctor called the prescription in right away, it would take the pharmacy a couple of hours before the prescription would be ready for pickup. It was also close to lunch time by the time we got out of the office, and Ma hadn’t eaten all morning. Not good for a diabetic, but the doctor wanted a fasting blood sugar.

The Young One and I had brought lunch with us before we picked up the Weebles.
I suggested we go home and have lunch.

I didn’t want to head to the pharmacy right then and there because with gas prices as high as they are, I don’t like making trips that are out of the way. The pharmacy is close to where I have to pick up the Pike for the trip home. I told Ma, I would swing by, pick up the prescription, and since she had enough pills to last her a few days, I would have Himself drop the prescription off the following morning. He passes by the Weebles house on his way to work. Perfectly logical.

Ma frowned, and she got into the car.

We had a nice visit over lunch. When it was time to leave, I told Ma I’d go get her prescription. We had an argument over payment. Actually, she had the argument over payment. Seems Ma has a charge card, and the last time she needed a prescription refilled, she sent her next door neighbor. The pharmacy wouldn’t accept the charge card so the man had to pay out of his pocket. Ma had to write him a check when he came back. Ma didn’t want to give me the charge card because she was afraid of the hassle I would get. I offered to pay for the prescription, and she could pay me back the next time I saw her. I saw Auntie Rose smiling at me, and knew Ma had next to nothing in her checking account.

We went back and forth a few times, and Ma finally said she would have a friend of Dad’s take him to the pharmacy. Fine.

On the way home, the Young One squirmed in the seat.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“It’s something Grandma said, but I probably shouldn’t tell you.”

“What did she say?” My curiosity was piqued.

“Well, you guys were arguing about the pharmacy. You left the room to go to the bathroom, and she said…”

“What?”

“She said to me, ‘Your mother is so thick headed.’ I almost answered her back, but didn’t.”

My heart swelled with pride to think the Young One would come to my defense.

“What were you going to say?”

“I almost said, ‘I wonder where she gets that from?’”

Smartass.

3 comments:

Erica Vetsch said...

LOL!!! Hmmm...Wonder where the Young One gets THAT trait from???

Alesia said...

Dang, Erica stole my comment!!

Nutterone said...

Gotta love young one!