Three times yesterday I watched the same scene unfold at my pharmacy counter: red-eyed customers shuffling up, voices raspy, asking some version of “What’s blooming right now? I’m dying.” Welcome to April in New Jersey, where our state flower might as well be a box of tissues. After 12 years behind the counter in Monmouth…
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I stood in line, clutching my new prescription with the familiar mixture of anxiety and confusion that always accompanied these visits. Two medications had just been added to my already complex regimen following my heart procedure, and questions swirled through my mind. Would these new pills interact with my…