Sharon reached into her meds box and pulled out two alcohol swabs and placed them on the counter to remind herself to do the injection that night.
Sharon went to her collection of meds and sifted through the vials and pill jars, searching for the box that contained her usual Ovidrel injection. But the familiar blue and white box was missing. She stuck an arm deeper into the cardboard box where she kept all of her meds and her sharps container. It was really really missing.
She sat down on the toilet, reading over the list sent by the pharmacy. The trigger shot was listed as packaged and sent. Sharon racked her brain to remember whether she had seen it when she first opened the meds. She glanced at her watch--she was going to be late for work if she didn't leave immediately. She would have to deal with this during her lunch break. Instead of leaving, she started sifting through the box again.