Crazy Busy Night

Tonight was quite interesting.

There is a certain doctor in town famous for dealing with the bottom fish of the barrel. From this day forward I shall call him Dr. CII. He is also famous for prescribing a shit ton of pain medication. Case in point, I got a script tonight for 600 Methadone 10MG, 540 Lortab 10MG, and 360 Xanax 1MG....yeah crazy.

I got a call from a lady that seemed like she was kiting on something. Also a Dr. CII patient. She had just gotten a 30 day supply of Xanax, Lortab, and Soma on May 27. She incoherently finally got around to saying she wanted a refill. I told her my druggy tirade saying she could get that refilled again in thirty days which would be on June 26. She goes into this trippy story of what point she was trying to make I have no idea. She mentioned getting paid $500 per month...funerals...etc. etc. I pretty much had to say...I have to hang up the phone unless you need anything else. More kiting speech...finally got her to hang up after 10 minutes of repeating myself.

Viagra Guy called in again tonight. He's a nice younger guy that must be having a boatload of sex. I know him by name, he knows me by name. He actually has insurance that'll cover his pills...but...(and I know this from talking to him repeatedly)...the insurance will only cover 6 pills in 30 days. Also...the insurance will also cover 12 refills. He's bought one or to pills at a time...so insurance isn't going to cover it anymore. He always calls in...and I give him the typical one hour wait time. -Every- time he's like...well...can I get it sooner. I really feel like saying...dude...start the foreplay -after- you get the pill. He actually asked me how old I was tonight and made other small talk while we were wading through tons of waiters with him anxiously hovering by the counter. Odd...but oh well. I'd rather deal with him than a Dr. CII patient anyday.