I don’t like it when a guy with a slicked-back pompadour and a thin mustache, driving a black BMW four door sedan encroaches into my lane so far before he takes a left turn that I have to stop dead and wait for the pimp. Probably a stockbroker, banker or insurance company executive.
I don’t like it much when I call some independent in East Muhammed, Illinois and he acts like I am trying to rip the tattered dress off his wife’s body and dig the food out of his children’s’ mouths. His patient is in Galveston for a vacation and they forgot to bring the kid’s Singulair.
They want to pay cash for one week supply. They will be back. You don’t have to treat me like I am Serbian rapist. I am a colleague for crissake. What has happened to this profession?
I hate it when a supercilious, mush-mouthed, fast talking prescriber with a thick accent thinks it is MY fault when I cannot understand one frikkin’ word she is saying. And…. it is the WOMEN who are the problems. “Goddam, what is wrong with your ass, girl? How could it possibly EVER get so tight?”
I really hate it when I have filled 8 prescriptions for a person and they hand over the insurance card with a smile. This kills me between 8:30 PM and 10:00 PM on Fridays. My one night shift and the only time I work without a tech. I fix it and you know that those three words do not come close to describing what I have to go through.
I hate it when a mother (who I have seen slowly shopping for a half hour) stops at the pharmacy on Friday at the stroke of 10:00 PM and hands me three prescriptions. I always ask, with attitude,
“Madam, why did you wait until ten o’clock to give me these? We are closed!”
“Well, I need them tonight.” A bit of arrogance. I don’t see stupid.
Here is what I have done. “I am sorry. The store is closed.”
I just look at her.
I just look at her.
“I need them.”
I look. Nothing special. No antibiotic. No ear pain medicine. Stuff that can wait. I repeat. The Constant Gardener movie download “We are closed.”
“Well, I never…. when can you fill them?”
“They will be done first thing in the morning. You can pick them up after 9:15 AM.”
If I see stupid, I take a deep breath, make her sit down…no more shopping… and wait while I do them. If she walks out of my sight, I quit.
Another thing I hate will be discussed in the next post.
The American Pharmacists Association and their stated mission. “Improving Medication Use.. Advancing Patient Care.” What the f…..?