Tuesday, April 16, 2013
The First Problem
Daughter called yesterday evening. They were out of syringes and couldn't give her her long acting insulin. It seems the old house still has boxes of them, but didn't turn them over. I wasn't happy that they decided not to go get them last night. I also wasn't happy that they didn't realize until bedtime that they were out. I haven't addressed this with the house. I don't expect perfection. My hope is that they have learned from this, and it won't happen again.