Noi, still in Melaka helping to look after Mak, was describing her attempts to tidy up the supplies of medicine they've got there, mainly for Abba and Mak, I presume. I get the impression the family has a fairly cavalier attitude towards what they are prepared to ingest in the supposed interests of their health, so it was reassuring she's keeping a watching brief. The situation reminded me of Dad's equally cavalier approach to whatever the doctor had prescribed, frequently doubling or trebling doses to effect a speedy recovery.
Then it was on to Mum's full, if not positively overflowing, account of how she monitors her monthly delivery from the surgery down the road. She's somewhat aggrieved that they are pulling her in for a check before prescribing more of one of the painkillers in her little box of goodies. I pointed out to her that we can all be thankful she wasn't on the books of Dr Harold Shipman, Hyde's notorious serial killer, whose surgery is (or rather was) just opposite to that of the practice Mum attends. Brother-in-law John always reckons he'd have bumped her off in double quick time, but Mum and I both reckon she'd have given him a run for his money.
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