Sunday, February 17, 2008
These are the words racing through my mind as we clean out the medicine cabinet of my recently-deceased father-in-law. This represents about half of the medicine we are throwing away. Expired presciptions, current meds...it doesn't matter. Anything on which the seal has been broken is going away.
Somewhere, a dishonest drug broker is weeping, because this represents thousands of dollars which has been flushed away.
We don't share prescriptions. We will donate whatever we can to the interfaith pharmacy, but the remainder is already gone.
Such a waste. Such a shame.
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