I can home from a grueling night at work to find a little note on my desk that says “I *heart* Crystal McBride lots n lots!! xoxoxo.” It was just what I needed after working with a newbie pharmacist who had to double check everything. Not that double checking things is really bad, but there’s a line between being completely anal and being a productive member of the team. It made what would have been a completely slow and normal Friday night rushed and kept us backed up for the majority of the night. It didn’t help matters any that we had several doctors who prescribed things completely retardedly and one incredibly annoying woman who kept calling to find out if something was called in, filled, could be filled yet, or get directions to another store to pick something up over there. On the plus side, I caught a patient adding refills to a Vicodin prescription, and unlike most doctors who just say “fill it but don’t add the refills”, when we called to verify the refills this doctor said “don’t fill it at all.” Needless to say, the guy who dropped it off insisted that he didn’t change it, but the RPh told him to just pass it on that the next time someone could be facing jail time when they’re caught.

Thankfully Eddie had a lovely 6-pack of Mike’s hard cranberry waiting in the fridge, leaving me one very happy chicky when I got home.

If anyone watches the Tyra Banks Show, my cousin Michael Flynn was on it this morning. Yay for NY Jedi getting some national recognition, even if it was on a talk show with the topic “is geek the new hot?” I guess it’s better than one with the topic “Mom, I’m sleeping with your boyfriend and he’s better than Dad!”

We’re not entirely sure what we’re doing tomorrow while we have the whole day off. We might hit some garage sales, we might hit Thayer Street. We might just sit at home and play WoW and watch TV. I’ve got a couple of crochet things that I’m working on, so whatever we decide, we’ll end up keeping ourselves occupied.

The car is fine and is running quite happily it seems. We picked it up from Dad’s house last night after work, giving him 3 rosebushes as thanks. We chatted for a little while with my grandmother and my sister before we headed over to Mom’s house for a dinner of pork chops and applesauce and fries. Delicious, as usual.

Today it was slow at work. I spent the last hour or so counting the narcotics and imprisoning our mascot, Vicodin Bear. Someday I’ll actually explain why we have a mascot named Vicodin Bear, and tell you all about some of his adventures in the pharmacy, but for now the poor bear is locked up tight in a 30 dram vial, awaiting his release tomorrow morning sometime.

We’re not quite sure what we want to do tomorrow. Eddie would like to go get his hair cut, and I’d like to go to Lane Bryant and buy a new bra or two. Maybe I’ll visit Torrid and see if they’ve got anything cute for me. We also want to squeeze in some WoW time, and we’ll definitely need to hit a grocery store and pick up something to eat for the weekend.

Tonight though, I just want to go into the bedroom, snuggle under the blankets with Eddie and my lamb, and maybe watch a little of the news before we fall asleep.

Man calls the pharmacy this morning, gives me his name, and asks me one of the most popular questions we hear on Thursday afternoons.

“When can I refill my Vicodin?”

I check his profile, and see that he should have another 5 days worth of his last fill, and after verifying when we can fill it next, I politely tell him that he’s 5 days too early, and to give us a call next week. I brace myself for the seemingly inevitable argument or whining about why he needs to get it refilled almost a week early, but he was surprisingly polite as he explained himself. “Ok, I just needed to check when I could get it filled. You see, I went camping over the weekend…”

Here it comes, I’m thinking. A friend stole it. They fell in a mountain stream. My tent leaks and the rain dissolved them.

“… and the bears took it.”

I arrived at work at 10am to discover that the RPh computer (PC#1)was down, which forced us to completely forget about any ideas of order we usually have. The RPh then moves to PC#2 to do her verifying, which is where us tech usually enter the prescriptions and process refills and things like that, so the techs we forced to use PC#3, which is pretty much unused unless someone is on the other 2 machines and we get a phonecall or question. Our normal workflow went completely FUBAR. It was not pretty. Toss into the mix a rather crazy Chinese woman who first complained that it was going to take too long to fill her script and then told me how wonderful I was even when it was 5 minutes late, a man with a week’s worth of anti-anxiety meds who was worried about how he had no more refills and went into great detail about how awful his detox from methadone was going, one guy who calls up ever 3 days to ask why we haven’t filled his prescription yet (even though we’ve explained to him every single time that his insurance won’t cover it and his doctor needs to supply us with a new prescription), and most of the Vicodin junkies from Pawtucket and Central Falls, and we’ve got a regular old party going on.

After work we hit Stop & Shop for some food for the rest of the week. About 1 hour and $90 later and we had a metric fuckton of meats and assorted goodies and bottled waters for the house and work. Eddie pointed out how “adult” we were with a cart full of water (and no soda) and sugar/fat-free foods, and how we saved $30 because we bought the crap that was on sale. And then he cooked up sinfully yummy cheese-filled sausages for dinner, which I ate while reading over my medical coverage info that was sent in the mail today.

A little while ago Comrade came and knocked on the door to remind us once again that tomorrow, being Friday, is garbage day. I’d like to offer a hearty “Well, no shit, and fuck you!” to the psycho Pollack upstairs, because we’re well aware of when the garbage is picked up, as demonstrated by the bags of it we leave on the curb on Friday mornings. The man is such a twat-goblin that it borders on insanity.

It’s been raining off and on all day, which makes for a dreary day all around. I surfed the web for a while and chatted with some folks before logging into FFXI. I downloaded some mp3s, and just generally slacked off.

Last night was rather uneventful at work, even if I did go in early. I found a Vicodin in the drawer we have the bottle caps in on Monday, and then found another one (in a higher strength) in the same spot last night. Both of them got put back into their bottles, because I’m honest like that.

Eddie should be getting home in a little over an hour. Last night we were discussing what to have for dinner tonight, and decided on some chicken strips. I’m sure we pissed off the girls at the KFC near our house last night by showing up at the drive through 5 minutes before closing, but Eddie was craving it. That’s why tonight I get spicey chicken strips.