I like to think that whatever decisions I make, and whatever I do, is right.  Maybe it is human nature to be that way.  I am not sure about that.  I do not like making mistakes, and when I do make them, it is sometimes hard for me to admit that I have done something wrong.  Such was the case early yesterday evening.   I had been trying to get some important medicine from the drugstore since Saturday.  The pharmacy has some strange hours, which is reflected by the times they close on Saturdays and Sundays.  I tried sending my PCP there to get my medicine during the weekend but the pharmacy was closed.   Late yesterday afternoon, I told my PCP that the drug store was open and that they had my medicine waiting for me.  I asked her to go and get it.  She asked me if I knew what time the bus ran and I said no.  She looked at me and asked if I knew that it would take her a while to walk all the way to the drugstore and back.  I said I was aware of that.  (She had to walk because someone ran into her car last week and totaled it.)   I had forgotten that we were now on standard time, and by the time she left, I noticed that it was getting somewhat dark outside.  About ten minutes later my phone rang.  It was the head of the home health care agency.  She said that someone she knew had called her after seeing my PCP walking to the drugstore.  She said that the person helping me was under eighteen, but had a work permit.  She did not want that to be jeopardized.  I was told that she did not feel I had made a good choice in sending her to the store at that time of evening.  I quickly realized that she was right.  I apologized and assured her that it would not happen again.   Somewhat more than an hour later the girl still had not returned.  By that time, I was pacing back and forth in my wheelchair.  I was nervous, worried, and considering calling the police because I became afraid that something might have happened to her.  If that had been the case, I knew that it would have been my fault and I could never have forgiven myself.   At 6:10 PM, the girl walked in with my medicine.  I quickly apologized to her for having her go out so late in the day.  I said that I would never ask her to do that again.  I also said that if I ever asked her to do something for me that she was reluctant to do, or did not feel safe doing it, that I needed her to tell me.  She agreed to that.   I have been very depressed  and have had a guilty conscience throughout today.  I now realize that I made a serious error in judgment, which could have resulted in an attack or murder of someone who worked for me.  It is hard for me to realize the enormity of what I had done, and even harder for me to admit it.  I know that I have to make more careful decisions when it comes to what I need this person to do for me.  I was just lucky that she returned alive and unharmed.