tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38447034140393624032024-03-13T14:16:30.081-07:00My descent into pharmacyI'm a pharmacy student. I work at a retail pharmacy. This is my story.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-44774830419122966202011-08-16T07:05:00.000-07:002011-08-16T07:20:36.065-07:00Generic is the same thing....Because of the great <a href="http://www.mcneilproductrecall.com/">Tylenol Recall of 2011</a>, there has been no name brand Tylenol/Benadryl/Motrin, etc. on the shelves for a while now. <div>
<br /></div><div>This confuses the hell out of costumers.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>When you explain to them the store brand is pretty much the same as the name brand, you get this cow-in-the-headlight stare. It's like Jesus appeared behind you or something. That kind of confusion and awe.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>For example.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I was working the wonderful midnight shift. Just me and the pharmacist. You get a lot of people straight out of the emergency room who are in pain, tired of waiting for somebody to see them, and they just want to go home. So they want their script filled RIGHT NOW, which is understandable. What complicates this is when people come up to the pharmacy asking inane questions like what toilet paper brand is on sale.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>A guy comes up and wants to get Benadryl for his kid. Of course there is no name brand only our store brand. He bring a package to the counter when he drops off his scripts of diphenhydramine (generic benadryl) and asks if it's the same thing. I say yes. "Are you sure?" ".....Yes it's the same thing."</div><div>
<br /></div><div>He walks off to wander around the store. Comes back a bit later to the consultation window with the same package and asks the pharmacist if it's the same thing. Pharmacist says yes.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Comes back to pick up his script and, lo and behold, still has the same package of diphenhydramine. I ring up his meds and again, he asks if it's the same thing. I say yes, the pharmacist overhears the exchange, says yes. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>After all this the guy still doesn't seem convinced but buys it anyway.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I really felt like just saying no to see his reaction.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>"Hey buddy we're just joshin' ya. It actually isn't the same thing. HAHA!!!! Funny joke, eh?!"</div><div>
<br /></div><div>These people need to come during the day when there are other techs to put up with it.</div>Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-69496780625235117612011-08-14T17:26:00.000-07:002011-08-14T17:27:20.458-07:00HiatusSorry for the long absence...just been hella busy with life and pharmacy. Will try and post some wonderful updates later. :)Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-39906312296122598432011-08-05T07:00:00.000-07:002011-08-05T07:11:21.281-07:00Small UpdateIt's been hella busy this past week. Surprisingly, there was only one incident that stood out.<div><br /></div><div>I was up front, putting up bagged scripts into bins. I dude runs up to the pharmacy counter. He's frazzled and has huge sweat stains in the front of his shirt.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Ma'am! I need help now. I need something to make somebody throw up, or he's gonna die!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Cue me giving the best wtf look ever. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pharmacist on duty: "Well there was syrup of ipecac, but that was taken off the market. You should probably take him to the emergency room as soon as possible."</div><div><br /></div><div>Sweat dude: THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT! HE'S GONNA DIE! </div><div><br /></div><div>He runs out of the store.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't understand how if a person is that much in critical condition that it would be too late for the emergency room yet buying something over the counter can save him. </div><div><br /></div><div>I found out after reading the very entertaining <a href="http://theapothecarytales.blogspot.com/">Apothecary Tales</a> that all oral contraceptives will be required to have zero copays from insurance companies as of August 2012. I just can't wait for the huge abstinence-only backlash that follow. It will be an epic fight.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pillpharmer aus</div>Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-28122936396516060152011-07-24T22:28:00.000-07:002011-07-24T22:31:33.185-07:00Strangely UneventfulI guess I owe somebody an apple pie since I only sold one emergency contraceptive.<div><br /></div><div>Quote of the night:</div><div><br /></div><div>Patient: When will my meds be ready?</div><div>Pharmacist: The prescription is already ready. It was ready earlier.</div><div>Patient: What do you mean earlier?</div><div>Pharmacist: It means sometime prior to now.</div><div><br /></div><div>The answer was just so blunt and no nonsense. I mean, what do you say to a question like that? All of us pharmacy peeps had a good laugh out of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pillpharmer aus</div>Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-72702138531163925362011-07-23T23:55:00.000-07:002011-07-24T13:04:33.711-07:00Sand in VaginaAnother lovely weekend where I'm working. I got stuck working until midnight Friday and had to be at work today at 9am. So...I chugged down the coffee before work.<div><br /></div><div>I posted previously about customers that are just downright mean for no reason. It's like somebody pissed in their Kool Aid and they just want to take it out on you. I had a lady call today for refills. She had her refills numbers on her script and rattled the first one off rapidly to me then said something about Amber Pine.</div><div><br /></div><div>I took Amber Pine to be this women's name so I was confused when another person's name showed up on the refill screen. I thought, <i>Hey, I probably just put in the numbers wrong, let's ask again nicely.</i> This cue an exasperated sigh from the other end of the phone and then again the rapid succession of numbers and something about Amber Pine. Still no Amber Pine showing up so I ask the lady for her birthday so I can look up her entire profile. This started off a whole slew of ranting.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Why are you asking me my numbers again?! Your pharmacy is always screwing up every order that I call in!!! What the hell is wrong with you? Where do you come from, girl?! My name is {name I had looked up previously}." I apologized and stated that I thought her name was Amber Pine.</div><div><br /></div><div>"No!!! That's my pills! Amber Pine!!! I don't know how to say the damn medication names, that's your job! My name is {customer's name}, get it right for once!" Her medication was for amlodipine (am-low-dih-peen). So the mystery of Amber Pine has been solved. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Well now I know your name." <i>You only restated it about 20 times</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cue her ranting for about another 10-15 seconds about how incompetent we are and how we still "don't do a damn thing right."</div><div><br /></div><div>"I also need my metafoeman. That's for my diabetes." Metformin (met-fore-men) was indeed for diabetes. I said I brought her metformin up in the system.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Yes. Metafoeman. That's for my diabetes." She said it in a way to imply that I didn't know what one of the oldest diabetes medication on the market was. <i>Thank God I have customers like her!!! If I didn't, how the hell would I know about any medication. Jeez she should just TAKE OVER MY JOB!!!1111one</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>After giving her a pick up time. She promptly hung up. No thank you. No, hey I'm sorry I rubbed sand all in my vagina this morning and I'm being a bitch to you. Nothing.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't understand how people are like this. I really don't. Part of me wonders how her life is right now to make her so incredibly miserable that she has to take it out on retail employees that can't fight back. Was she always like this? Why so angry? Who knows...</div><div><br /></div><div>Another call Friday my coworker took. It was for refills as well. Instead of angry old lady, this was lonely old lady. This is the person that tells you their entire life story while on the phone for you. This is usually when you are an hour behind filling prescriptions, there are 4 other phone calls you need to take, and there is a screaming child in the waiting room because his insurance rejected his ear infection medication. </div><div><br /></div><div>My coworker proceeds to stay on the phone for a good 10 minutes when it should have taken less than a minute. The last thing I heard coworker say was "Yes I hope you do indeed get your air conditioner fixed." I laughed at his misfortune. He flips me off. That is true pharmacy love.</div><div><br /></div><div>As frustrating as these calls are, I really feel sorry for the people. These are the same older people you see eating completely alone in Luby's restaurants. Their children are probably halfway across the country, their spouse and a good portion of their friends have died, and they're lonely. If anything I hope that somehow, the lady telling coworker about her air conditioner breaking down maybe, possibly made this woman's day.</div><div><br /></div><div>For another amusing tidbit, dad calls the pharmacy because he found an unlabeled bottle of pills in his son's pants. Dad already states that his son "will probably be in a heap of trouble." I bring up the pill identifier. Oh wonderful it's for generic Lortab 7.5 (a narcotic pain reliever). The man thanks me for my help and ends the phone call with, "BOBBY! YOU GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"</div><div><br /></div><div>A lady called asking if we could flavor her child's amoxicillin suspension after she had already left the pharmacy. Some children's liquid medication (clindamycin anyone) taste absolutely god-awful. So...we have a system in place that we can flavor the meds for a small fee. Amoxicillin was probably the favorite of children everywhere. It was pink, bubble-gum flavored, and, according to my mom, "stained the shit out of white carpet." Well now we are getting dye free amoxicillin. It's just white when mixed, which apparently makes it flavorless according to said lady. "It's white, it can't be flavored anything!!!" The pharmacist had to spend about a minute explaining to the woman that just because it wasn't pink colored, it can still have flavoring.</div><div><br /></div><div>That made me have a nostalgic moment for Crystal Pepsi. Anybody remember that stuff? It was a mind fuck in a bottle. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm working the midnight shift tomorrow. I bet you a free apple pie that I'll sell at least 5 emergency contraceptives. Party all Saturday night and then spend 45 costly dollars on your mistake Sunday.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Pillpharmer aus</div>Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-78403371697412987492011-07-21T17:39:00.000-07:002011-07-21T18:22:39.809-07:00Take responsibility for yourself, please. kthxbaiGuy calls today asking about if his prescription is ready. Didn't see it in the work queue. He said we should have faxed the doctor to get approval. There really isn't a way to show if we've faxed the doctor by just making a fax so I tell the dude the doctor just hasn't got back to us. <div><br /></div><div>"Well I waited two days for this prescription. What do I do now?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"I'd suggest calling your doctor to ask them to resend a prescription to us."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Well you're supposed to be doing that! Hell it's because y'all pharmacies are so close together! I dropped by scripts off at your pharmacy instead of {competing pharmacy}. I usually fill at {competing pharmacy} but I guess I'll just get them at yours."</div><div><br /></div><div>".........the prescription is at the other pharmacy? So do you want us to transfer it here?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Well I thought that's what you're doing!!! This was supposed to be done two days ago!"</div><div><br /></div><div>*facepalm*</div><div><br /></div><div>The doctor ended up calling us and getting the dude his script. IT IS NOT OUR PROBLEM THAT WE CAN'T READ MINDS TO TRANSFER PRESCRIPTIONS!!!! AAARRRRGH!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now for something completely different. Let's take a moment back in time, shall we?</div><div><br /></div><div>There is a patient that fills at the pharm that I'm trying to get over my anger seething at them. This person was the only person that made me cry while at work. Years before, I had gone over to see my mom and dad when my dad was still alive before I head off to pill land. He was having a rough day and wasn't able to breath very well which upset me before going to work. This woman comes up to the counter to get her prescription. I get it, take it to the register, and then ask to verify her address (SO WE CAN MAKE SURE TO SELL THE RIGHT RX TO THE RIGHT PATIENT. IT'S FOR YOUR SAFETY!!!!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Women replies in a snippy tone, "You don't need to know my address. Everybody at the pharmacy here knows me."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Well I don't know you and I need to verify your address so I can make sure to sell the right prescription to you."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Dammit you don't need my address! I said that before a I had a person follow me home from the pharmacy. Everybody else here knows me, why can't you?!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Ring up prescription, throw it on counter, and walk behind shelves to proceed to cry because I just can't believe anybody can be that hurtful for no reason. I'm used to people yelling at me because I deny their Soma pickup, or sell them needles, or take forever to fill a script. But for no reason? It hurts.</div><div><br /></div><div>There was a guy in the waiting area chilling while we filled his script. We get it filled, I call him over. </div><div><br /></div><div>"My name is {patient name} and I live at {patient address}. Just to let you know, I've been filling my scripts here for years now and nobody has ever followed me home after I give y'all my address."</div><div><br /></div><div>My day brightened a little. "Well I guess you're just not special, sir."</div><div><br /></div><div>He laughed, paid for his scripts, and left. He renewed my faith that people can actually be kind every once in a while.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cue back to the present.</div><div><br /></div><div>The same woman is still filling at the pharmacy. She actually verifies her address now and isn't a complete bitch to the other technicians. I'm trying to forgive her. She has numerous health problems, is obese, and probably doesn't have that great of quality of life. I still just cringe every time I see her. I just want to tell her that she made my day miserable all those years ago, just to get it out of my system. But alas, I'll just vent on here. It's more therapeutic and has a less chance of getting me fired. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pillpharmer out.</div>Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-46095302241585787732011-07-20T17:09:00.001-07:002011-07-20T17:09:41.772-07:00I'm back!After posting my pharmacy stories on facebook, I decided to come back here to see if this place was still up and running. It tis! So this will be my pharmacy adventure blog.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-80280350486039750482008-08-06T14:56:00.001-07:002008-08-06T15:02:14.439-07:00Start of Pharmacy SchoolYep...it started for me this week. So far so good. I'm getting CPR certified, which I've never done before, so I'm pretty stoked about that. I got to compress the chest on the model today. All the people, faculty and staff, seem amazing and very accommodating.<br /><br />I honestly thought I could keep my tech job while going to school but listening to all the material and time needed for school...I think I'm going to tell people tomorrow that I can't do it. It makes me feel bad that they just hired me on but now I'm telling them I'm quitting. Oh well. I guess I can't have anymore pharmacy rants for a while.<br /><br />Whee!Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-69509811786896286462008-07-31T20:26:00.001-07:002008-07-31T20:28:49.943-07:00You made my day, happy little kid.Today was a pretty typical day. Only thing that stayed on my mind was this little kid that came into the pharmacy. He came with an older man who was picking up his prescription; I assume it was either his dad or his grandfather. What struck me was this kid, around ten years old, was just randomly singing Christmas songs while I was checking out his old counterpart. At first I thought, what an odd little kid, but then it's like...wow...here's a kid that's just happily singing away without a care in the world. Doesn't matter it wasn't even close to Christmas...he was belting out songs like it was supposed to be.<br /><br />You go kid. Sing your heart out.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-48573159007606871252008-07-30T21:52:00.000-07:002008-07-30T22:01:54.149-07:00Just waiting for it.Well it finally happened. I found my new bitter old person that hates the world. I had two people I knew about at the other pharmacy. The type of person that you just wanted to go hide when you saw their rx were ready to pick up.<br /><br />Lady comes through drive through. Apparently her meds didn't go through insurance because the tech that scanned the rx had put down the wrong birthdate for her. BUT IT WORKS AT CVS!!!! I go through the thing asking if her insurance had the birthday wrong..etc etc. That's when I found out her birthday was wrong. I corrected it...through her insulting me the whole time (GET A BRAIN, GIRL!!!) Turns out the doctor wrote for a three month supply while her insurance will only cover one month at a time. Which means...we have to redo the script. She kept screaming about it working at CVS. She also sent over a script for eye drops and -demanded- that I make it work even if the insurance rejects it. It did work and I told her that...but of course I got no thank you.<br /><br />After she finally drove off in a huff...I helped lane one in the drive through. The guy in lane one is like "well bless your heart...you poor thing having to deal with that." That made me feel better. There are kind people out there. Thank you person in drive who told me that. You really lightened my mood. Bless you.<br /><br />CVS Bitch, as I shall call her, apparently called back later and ripped the pharmacist a new one. Even the sweetest pharmacist was just like...what a bitter old lady.<br /><br />I hope and pray that my life will not be so shitty and bitter in my old age that I resort to taking all my hate on other people.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-73251576880700821912008-07-21T16:40:00.001-07:002008-07-21T16:47:13.879-07:00Whee!Mondays are horrible busy. It got to the point where I was telling people in drive through two hour wait time. Lady comes by and needs her meds -right- now. Her friend needs the Xanax because she having a procedure done in an hour and a half. The rx was written for the 16th. She had five days to get it filled and she wants it now. I put her script in as a waiter. When they came around to pick it up...wrote a check...it wasn't accepted because apparently there have been problems with them actually paying for it...even though "they don't know why it's not being accepted." Whatever.<br /><br />An actual hot guy came through the drive through. Nice, expensive car, too. Works out. Nice haircut. Of course he had to be on Valtrex and Aldara.<br /><br />There was a guy that was dropping off ER meds. Didn't have insurance. I didn't see what the meds were for, but they were a bit expensive. Random guy behind him waiting to drop off his wife's meds offered to pay the full price for all of them. Didn't even know the guy, never met him before in his life. That's the second time that incident has happened. Either people here are a lot nicer or they're just more naive.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-16885135468657738812008-07-15T14:26:00.000-07:002008-07-15T14:30:17.971-07:00It's not my fault you lost your pills.It really isn't. It is also not my fault that we are behind 45 minutes on prescription because the morning technician passed out and had to be taken to the hospital. So please, if you will, do not scream at me because you lost your heart medications and your insurance will not cover it.<br /><br />Also, standing right by the front counter waiting for your script to be filled will not get them done any faster. Same with staring daggers at me while you are floating at the front counter. So just go sit down. Seriously.<br /><br />That is all.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-39108768321253296012008-07-13T21:28:00.000-07:002008-07-13T21:41:29.263-07:00I am not in charge of your kid's healthcare.Sudafed seriously is the new syringe. People buy that all the freaking time. For some reason, they all want the generic Actiphed. We happen to be out of that right now...so telling druggies we don't have that is a bit comical. They leave...probably to consult with their druggie friends...only to come back a couple minutes later to ask for generic Sudafed. Beautiful.<br /><br />Other interesting incident of the night: Lady comes through drive and drops off her kid's rx. Comes back to pick them up. Rx is for Vigamox...which is an expensive (~$80) eyedrop. I ask if she has insurance....AHM ON MEDEECAID! Okay...do you have the card...no but I have something that says it is active. Okay, lemme try and run it through. Doesn't go, of course. I tell her that and she's like...well...I don't have the card, my kid just got reinstated. I go through my speel of we needing the card to run it on the insurance and she can pay cash now...bring Medicaid number in...we rerun the rx...and issue refund. Well she doesn't have the money right now and they haven't mailed her the Medicaid card. I told her she could go by the Medicaid office tomorrow (they're closed on weekends) and they can issue her a temporary card so we can run the insurance. Well she needs the eyedrops -now- because her son has an eye infection.<br /><br />Seriously.<br /><br />I gave her options...what the hell is it with Medicaid people that don't take charge of their own healthcare? If she wants it now, she can do what the non-special people do and actually pay for their own meds. It's not my damn fault that she can't get off her ass to go to the Medicaid office. We don't just give away meds for free.<br /><br />Anyways...she left all huffy.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-13903364875285144922008-07-11T19:47:00.000-07:002008-07-11T20:00:18.809-07:00New pharmacy, new drugseekersI started my job at the new pharmacy to where I moved at. Same chain, so I pretty much knew how to do everything. I like the people I work with so far, so that's always good. I haven't sold any syringes yet, but everybody and their dog want Sudafed. It's crazy.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-3944017168357888272008-06-17T22:34:00.000-07:002008-06-17T22:39:54.593-07:00Last Day Of Work<span>Today was my last day at the pharmacy before moving to my pharmacy school city. When I walked in to start my shift, the staff had all bought balloons and cookies for me. They had a signed a card for me saying good luck. I couldn't help it...I starting tearing up. When I left, I started tearing up again. Dammit, I'm going to miss everybody. Yes the job was frustrating and stressful but the people I worked with were absolutely amazing. I just hope the people will be as awesome in the pharmacy I'm transferring to. I never felt so appreciated before...and I am so happy I chose to work there.<br /><br />On an interesting note...we got some worker's compensation scripts from contestants for the <a href="http://www.origprod.com/theshows.htm">Black Gold</a> reality show that's going to air on the Discovery Channel. Some of them contestants had been injured and had to visit the ER. A sweet public relations lady from the company dropped off the scripts. She reminded me of my cousin that works for Fox in Los Angeles. I thought that was pretty nifty.<br /><br />Now I have to start packing.<br /></span>Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-27851336871032703392008-06-17T00:56:00.000-07:002008-06-17T01:08:45.936-07:00SyringesSome people at the pharmacy would sell syringes to a person with a needle stuck in them and a tourniquet strapped to their arm. It's frustrating dealing with said people when you deny them their addiction....but their responses are amazing.<br /><br />Couple days ago...redneck junkie comes up. Gives the whole well-rehearsed line about needing a pack of U-100s. I ask him does he fill his insulin here. That question usually makes said junkie throw back a deer-in-the-headlight look. But this guy...oh this guy has got it laid out. He said he takes Hemoglobin 70/30 insulin.<br /><br />There is a Humalog 70/30 insulin for sure...but I'm not exactly sure what kind of insulin a doctor would prescribe that has an oxygen carrier in it.<br /><br />So...syringe denied.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-39297023048033871592008-06-12T22:49:00.000-07:002008-06-12T22:59:17.685-07:00Crazy Busy NightTonight was quite interesting.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-83059328482365600572008-06-09T22:33:00.000-07:002008-06-09T22:43:21.424-07:00No...we really don't have to fill everything the doctor writes for...Tonight I had the midnight shift again. Pretty typical Monday night...amazingly no syringe seekers. I did have a guy come in with a script from the local drug-catering doctor for Methadone 10MG. This guy is usually all nice and courteous until you tell him "no" about something. He gets all huffy and pissy. Before...he came to pick up a controlled substance medication for himself. We require documentation of who picks up controlled substances...so we want to see an ID, usually a drivers license, before we can sell it. It's Texas state law. He didn't have it...so got all pissy...threatening to transfer his scripts elsewhere...sure whatever.<br /><br />Back to the Methadone...<br /><br />Tonight he dropped off a script for a 30 days supply of Methadone. He wanted to pay cash for it. Red flag there. I check his profile. He got a 30 days supply of the same thing on May 16th meaning we wouldn't fill his new script until June 15th. I tell him this. He gets that angry, quiet look to him.<br /><br />"You're supposed to fill anything the doctor writes for!"<br /><br />I blink and reply, "No....this is a controlled substance...we don't release them early until your thirty days is up."<br /><br />"But I'm going out of town!"<br /><br />"Lemme ask the pharmacist, then." I knew the pharmacist would say no...it just gives me better cred if I back it up. So I tell him no again. He merely stands up and snatches the prescription out of my hand and storms out of the pharmacy. I really hope he does transfer his scripts. Then he can see that it's not just us that doesn't put up with his bullshit.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-44717443190820442662008-06-07T06:34:00.001-07:002008-06-07T06:37:26.752-07:00Graduation!So...night before graduation. All high school aged kids come into the pharmacy wanting Sudafed and syringes. Lovely way to start off the rest of your adult life. Sudafed we couldn't do much about...but syringe sales we can deny. I just don't understand the whole thing about getting drugged out after graduation. Bad choices.<br /><br />Day after graduation...we sold out of the Plan B emergency contraceptive. At least some girls were trying to be responsible. I wonder the percentage of people that got lifelong STDs from that lustrous night.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844703414039362403.post-35826271577388527052008-06-06T14:02:00.000-07:002008-06-06T14:05:43.091-07:00IntroductionI am a pharmacy student that will start school in the fall. I have my bachelors in biochemistry and have been working at a national retail pharmacy since July 2007 as a certified pharmacy technician. This blog will be about my experiences in pharmacy and pharmacy school. Any advice I can get from others in the profession will be appreciated.Pharmagurumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031421515880430543noreply@blogger.com0