About mid-morning, I received a phone call from the pharmacy responsible for my recent stress level increase. They informed me that Gavin’s pump had to be ordered, but it had arrived and was going to be delivered today.
I’m glad it’s going to be here today, assume it arrives because it hasn’t yet.
The frustrating part remains though. When it’s known that something is this important and it won’t arrive when promised, a quick phone call would have alleviated a great deal of stress from the last week or so. Shit, for that matter a returned phone call would have worked as well.
At this point, as long as it arrives today and Gavin can do his infusion in the morning without having to worry about the pump dying on him, I will just move on. It’s not worth holding a grudge or remaining angry.