Last month, Eleanor walked into my pharmacy looking confused and frustrated. She’d just been discharged from Meridian with five new prescriptions, minimal explanation, and that all-too-familiar feeling of being rushed through an overwhelmed healthcare system. “My doctor had seven minutes with me,” she sighed, sliding her prescriptions across the counter. “Seven minutes to explain five…
The morning I found my mother’s blood pressure medication dissolved in her coffee was the wake-up call we both needed. “I hate swallowing pills,” she confessed, stirring the murky mixture. “So I’ve been crushing them up for months now.” My heart sank—some medications should never be crushed, including the time-release one now ruined in her…