Tired of the Word “Pharmacies”?

Written by Panorama resident, Mary Jo Shaw. June 2021

The entire planet is probably familiar with (and probably tired of) the word pharmacies. I’m dizzy observing millions of purple-capped little bottles kicking sides with each other as they race with the flow on machine belts to be packaged and distributed around the world.

What’s my view of the Puget Sound Pharmacy at Panorama (see there’s that word again)? Let’s peek in after getting screened and earning a tag that expires at the end of the day. The tag also allows my entry into the bank, hair salon, pharmacy, and bears my name, date and time of screening. The screeners are our re-positioned dependable, friendly employees who catch up on computer work and also switchboard the telephones for questions from residents, or prospects, etc. My tag’s tagged onto my right shoulder.

I wheel my walker a few feet around the corner of the hall into our pharmacy.

“Good morning, Mary Jo! So good to see you. How are you today?” I see a forehead looking up over the rows of pharmaceuticals on shelves facing me.

“Oh, am I blessed to have this pharmacy! Maybe you’re not ready yet, but you should be receiving a prescription from the Providence Clinic here on our campus any minute. I just walked over from there,” I responded.

“Well, I’m just finished filling your order,” Cheryl said. She handed Courtney the little brown plastic container with new pills. After finding out it was a med I’d not taken before, Courtney asked for Isaac, the pharmacist, who explained the instructions and handed me a printout of the side effects. What service!!

I turned and walked the aisles of groceries, canned foods, desserts, cookies, chips, fruits bananas, tangerines, pears, apples, frozen dinners, ice cream assortments, dairy products, wall of hygiene products mainly for our needs, bathroom items, ATC medications, baking needs . . . you get the idea!

Several times a week I fill my walker with several items. Some days either Kate or Nancy will do my check-out.

Hubby Chris uses the excuse to go down to the pharmacy to take his blood pressure. He takes the opportunity to buy a frozen ice cream sandwich or the famous Nestle Drumstick. About that drumstick, Google says, “It’s Over 90 Years Old, But Forever Young!” At 89, I suppose Chris wants to stay young, too! Have to admit, I did go with him a few times for the ice cream sandwich.

As restrictions let up, we were allowed to have families and friends to our apartments. Our daughter, Melody, her hubby, and their 14-year-old daughter accepted our last-minute invitation to come the next day for Melody’s birthday for a simple get-together of Jell-O with strawberries and banana slices.

The day of the simple “big event,” Melody called, “We’ll be there in 25 minutes.”

Feeling we wanted to offer more, but had nothing else to serve, I grabbed my walker. “Chris, I’m going to the pharmacy for bear paws and cinnamon rolls, peanut butter cookies . . . I don’t know what all I’m getting . . . something . . .”

At check-out, Cheryl heard my story about my “bad, goodie” stuff I normally don’t purchase.

Back upstairs in 10 minutes, Chris asked, “Are you back already?

“Yes, thank God for our pharmacy.” I ripped open the packages, placed goodies onto platters, and answered the BING text on my iPhone: “We’re parking outside!”

We raced down to the Quinault entrance where our family was just appearing at the door. Saved by Puget Pharmacy, goodies and all!

Am I tired of the word pharmacy? Three guesses, and two don’t count!

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