Once again, my friend IMS, you give good advice. Ultimately, no matter how legit our needs are, currently the goal is to fly under the radar as much as we can.

I am so mortified for you and I wish all of us here could just band together and make the clock run backward when these moments happen - then we would all hit 'delete' at the same time and have a choice of sending the little meglomanic to :
1. Summit of K2 in a thong, marinated in 'Icy Hot' rub.
2. Fit him with concrete running shoes, rub him with impala scent and place him 20 feet from a mother cheetah.
3. Hypnotize him into believing he is King Kong. Make him climb a power pole and attack him with remote control planes. Establish a betting pool on how long it takes him to punch the transformer by mistake.

Until then--I will PM you because I have some questions about the mom thing. Feel free anytime to do the same.
Now try to erase your tracks between this pharmacy and whatever new one you choose.
Hugging you, Nat