a trip to the pharmacy

I remember just getting out of the hospital and trying to walk up the street to a medical-device store to buy medical equipment. It was hell. I could barely make a single kilometer. Now, I can walk 18K without much of a problem (albeit a bit more slowly than I'd like), so I walked up the street today to a pharmacy to get the meds I'd been prescribed on Thursday. (I had another day's worth of the previous meds, so I had those yesterday. Today, I start the new meds.) The pharmacy I first went to, a big one, didn't have the meds I needed, so they pointed me further up the street to another large pharmacy. I went up the street to the second pharmacy, handed over my two-page prescription, and after a brief wait, I had my meds. As they were ringing me up, the girls at the counter suddenly gasped when they saw my walk tee shirt, and I explained I'd done this route three times and would be doing a different route, along the coast, later this year. Anyway, the quality of service was good; everyone was friendly and nonjudgmental (poorly hidden judgmental looks can sometimes be a problem in Korean culture). I paid, packed my new meds into my shoulder bag, and skedaddled on out of there, mission completed. And now I have a new go-to pharmacy.