Saturday, October 20, 1984

I called about the prescription pain medicine at the drug store after work at Ruth's. The surgeon hadn't called the order to the pharmacist. If he had the pain I have, he'd make sure he had his prescription. Needless to say, he's gone for the day.

I bought paper to write on and white enamel touch up paint for two areas on my stove. I cleaned the rest of the kitchen.

Then I went to work at Ruth's and cooked breakfasts and dinners for Ruth to eat next week.