And yet I still keep going in….
Friday was a busy day at work, as can be the case on the day before a holiday weekend when all the old people are getting ready to lock themselves up in their houses out of fear of the young kids and their fun, and the junkies and drug seekers are coming in to get their party supplies in the form of tablets and capsules and syringes. We kept on top of things, but not without a bit of running around to do so.
We dealt with the girl who doesn’t believe she’s pregnant. She was in the hospital on Thursday night for some reason and before she passed out they were going to do a pregnancy test. She fell asleep before they were able to give her the results, and told her on Friday morning that she’s pregnant. She doesn’t believe them because she never saw the positive test, and spent 15 minutes hovering around the tests trying to find the exact brand that the hospital used and arguing with the RPh about how she can’t be pregnant because she’s bleeding (light spotting, from the description). This is also the girl whose mother came into the store in March or so asking if post-abortion fisticuffs were “ok for the blood flow down there“.
I managed to take the most disturbing call, from a youngish guy who had dropped off 4 scripts on Thursday and picked them up after I’d left for the night. One of his scripts, for Trazodone, having already been filled 2 weeks ago, was too soon to be filled and just put into the computer for future use. He called up on Friday morning to ask why he hadn’t received all of his meds, and so I explained that it was too early, on hold, etc, etc.
“Well, you see I got that prescription while I was in the hospital. And the reason I was in the hospital was because I’d, uh, I’d taken a whole lot of those Trazodone, so I don’t have any more of them.”
That’s the first time I’ve ever had a suicide attempt as a reason to get an early refill.
And let’s not forget the completely stupid doctor who sent a script for Prozac with the directions “as needed”. /facepalm Yes, let’s prescribe a drug that needs to be taken daily for several weeks before any results are seen and give it to a woman to take as needed. It doesn’t work that way, jackass.
Tags: drugs, holiday weekend, pregnancy test, suicide, work
September 1st, 2008 at 10:46 am
I’m just shaking my head…and maybe giggling a little bit. People and their stupidity will never cease to amaze me!
September 2nd, 2008 at 9:13 am
I’m constantly amazed at exactly how ignorant or just plain stupid people can and will be. Just when we think we’ve seen it all at work, someone else comes in with some other completely insane question.
We’ve actually got a little notebook that has all of the really, really good shit that people have come up with in it.