Bad Medicine
Late one Friday afternoon in early January I was standing in line for the pharmacy at Stroger County Hospital when the man in front of me turned and asked if I’d heard what the pharmacy tech at the window had just said, that prescriptions couldn’t be picked up until Sunday. The man, who was Hispanic and in his 60s, looked alarmed and in slightly stiff English explained that his doctor had told him he had an infection deep in his ear, that he was lucky it hadn’t reached his brain, that it was important to start taking his medicine that night....