I’m so absolutely beyond happy that it is Friday. This entire work week has done by so slowly that it was just plain painful. We didn’t have very many crazies; I think the hot weather kept most of them inside. Unfortunately the entire first half of the week subjected us to approximately 5 million conversations that started with “Boy are you guys lucky to be in here! It’s hot outside!”

We did get an interesting call from one of our regulars yesterday. Said regular is the father of a complete junky, and is either totally oblivious or in complete denial of her junky status. I think it’s a little of both to be honest. He called yesterday morning because he left a vial of Percocet at home, where his junky daughter is recuperating from a bike injury. Now, this girl was just in detox last month, and goes to multiple doctors and pharmacies to get her Xanax and Valium and whatever other controlled drugs she’s able to lie her way into getting a script for, and is on medication specifically to get her off this shit. She’s got a long and dirty history of drug use, and the father, a complete moron, left her at home with a full prescription of a drug that she’s known to abuse. He spent the next 20 minutes on the phone with the pharmacist interrogating her about how much Percocet his daughter would be able to take and not kill herself with, what the lethal dose is, what symptoms of overdose should be be looking for, what were the side effects of taking more than she was prescribed, etc, etc. So RPh is politely telling him that tolerance for oxycodone (one ingredient of the drug) varies from person to person but that Tylenol has a pretty definitive acceptable level in a person’s liver, and that one of the major side effects of taking too many Percocets is respiratory depression. In other words, take too many and your body will forget that it’s supposed to be breathing. And this man just wasn’t grasping the severity of his daughter taking 16 tablets in the span of a few hours. In fact, he specifically asked, “Do you think she’d be ok until 3pm when I get out of work?”

He eventually got off the phone because RPh told him to call poison control because they’d have better info on tolerance levels, and then called back later to tell her that he eventually did bring the daughter to the ER, where they ended up giving her a script for an injection that is the equivilent of an Epi-Pen, but for narcotic overdoses. He came in to pick it up today and was asking my boss “Why would they even prescribe this for her? Do they think she’s going to do it again”

This man just makes me want to smack him over the head with the keyboard and hopefully pound some sense into him. His daughter is a junky and she’s obviously making no effort to clean herself up, and he can’t see anything but her completely transparent lies.