The nursing home always sends a snack with Dad to dialysis. The other nursing home did, too. Oddly, they both sent Shasta sodas. (Also, not so oddly, sandwiches and chips.) Dad doesn't care for Shasta, so he never drinks them. At the other facility, I just threw them out. Here, I let them alone and they just piled up on his night table.
Yesterday, the lady from dining services came to take his meal orders for the next week. She noticed Soda Mountain and asked him about it, and if they should stop sending drinks with his snacks. He said of course, and she said she'd send somebody around to pick up the cans, as they had run out of soda that day. She did and they are finally all gone. Funny that this took all these months, but at least they noticed finally. Farewell, Soda Mountain!
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