One Pill, Two Pills, Red Pills, What?

Our younger son came home from Alabama last night! Yay! I know he’s not all THAT excited about it, because he’s in town to get the process started for his ACL repair surgery. Poor guy! He had to have the ACL on his right knee replaced when he was a junior in high school and at some point in time, he has torn it again.

At least this time, he’s working for the Coast Guard and Uncle Sam gets to foot the bill for this repair.

Fortunately, the USCG is allowing him to have the surgery done here so Mom and Dad can keep an eye on him while he is recuperating, rather than us having to haul the show to Alabama and camp out in his one bedroom apartment to take care of him.

Now, to just get him seen by the doctor and get the surgery scheduled.

He called me at work today when he got up – at the crack of noon (some things never change!) – to tell me that he was there with his dad and it was time for his dad’s noontime pills . . . but the pill caddy was empty.

Here’s the “behind the scenes” information: the pill caddy should be almost completely full. I filled it up Sunday, so that M would start the week with it completely filled. That’s seven days, three times a day with AT LEAST five pills in each of those little spaces.

And every one of them is empty on Wednesday at noon.

Every one?

Every one.

My son also mentioned that the caddy was on our dining room table, instead of in the kitchen, where we normally keep it, and that it was wet. But M didn’t know anything about it, so they were calling me to see if I knew anything about it.

Well, no. I had no idea.

I told my son not to worry about it – that I would handle it when I got home and then I went to lunch.

When I got back to my desk, I had a text from my son. He said that M told him he had been washing something in the sink, the pill caddy was near there and it got wet. The pills all started melting, so he threw them away.

Hmmm.

I find it hard to believe that ALL the pills got wet and ALL the pills melted. But who knows. And really – at this point – who cares?

At least now we know.

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