I ordered a box of the needles I use to give Cammie her fluids. It came swiftly enough, on Friday, which is good because I am almost out of my initial supply. It arrived not by mail but by a parcel delivery company, and I was required to sign for the package. Unfortunately, it was brought to my home while I was at work. (My doorbell rings on my cellular telephone, so I can answer and open the door remotely, but I can’t give my signature that way.)
I asked if it could be dropped off at my work-place, which is only ten minutes away by foot, much less by automobile. It was not on this delivery-driver’s route, so it had to go back to the warehouse. I was told I could pick it up there. Yesterday, I rode my bicycle out to the warehouse, which is on the edge of town half an hour away. When I arrived, I had to wait outside, due to the covid-19 precautions, while the package was located. The staff was helpful, and found the parcel ready for delivery to my work-place. But it would have arrived after I had left work (I am working reduced hours, due to the aforementioned health crisis.) Thus, it would have gone back to the warehouse again. I just collected it while I was there.
I didn’t have to sign for it.
Oh well. When she is being stabbed and pumped full of fluids, I am sure Cammie will appreciate all the work it took to obtain the supply of needles…