In the morning, the Old Man sounded depressed.
He told me not long after 18:00 that his new prescription still had not been delivered.
At 20:20 he sounded as depressed as in the morning.
He got a simvastatin tablet out of the sandwich-box, and then I advised him that the next tablet was ferrous sulphate — but he seemed convinced that I’d said “simvastatin” or some garbled version of that word. He could easily have taken two simvastatin tablets and no ferrous sulphate.
“I must eat [sic] more pills than anyone in the country,” he said with a sigh.
[Original posting 11 May 2011]