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All you need is love

Yesterday at work I had Beatles’ songs stuck in my head all day, from Hey Jude, to Yesterday, to the afore mentioned All You Need is Love.

And after the disaster that work was yesterday, I agree with that particular song: we need more love in this world.

Let’s see, I got yelled at (I don’t just mean they were annoyed, they actually raised their voice) at least twice. One time was because a druggie insisted that the last time he got his lorazepam rx filled, it cost him $22, and was angry that this time it cost $73. (I checked the computer; he paid the same price last month.)

The next time was when I was ringing a lady out for her 3 antidepressants, Cymbalta 30mg, Effexor XR 75mg, and brand Wellbutrin SR 200mg, which, of course, we had had to order (the reason she picked them up on Friday and not Thursday).

As soon as I told her the total was $105, she went ballistic: “IT”S ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE $15! I WANTED GENERICS ON EVERYTHING!”

After calmly explaining that the first two drugs don’t come as generic, I explained to her that we had a note that said she wanted brand on the Wellbutrin, and that was the only reason she had to wait until Friday to pick it up, since (at the time) we had generic in stock.

Well, she calmed down somewhat, but got angry again when I had to tell her that we had already dispensed our supply of the generic Wellbutrin, and we wouldn’t have more until Tuesday (due to the Memorial Day weekend). So I offered to see if another store had it, which they did.

Me: Ok, Ma’am, the [Capital City] store has it.

Lady: So when will it be here?

Me: Umm, that’s not how it works. You have to go there to pick it up or wait until Tuesday for me to order it.

I thought, Yeah, some magical fairy is going to whisk the drug away from the other store and make it appear on my shelf. She, of course, wasn’t happy to have to drive to the other store. I, on the other hand, was just happy to get her out of my store.

Can’t I get a little more love?

So, I’m not gonna die?

Friday, a lady came up to the counter to ask if she could take Claritin with other drugs she

Confused

Three weeks ago, a patient brought in two prescriptions, one for Lyrica and one for Protonix. We had enough of the protonix, but not enough of the Lyrica (she gets 90), so we told her we would order the rest for the next day. (Before I get too far, just let me say that this lady doesn’t have insurance.)

Today, she came in asking for the rest of her Protonix. I tried to explain to her that we had owed her on the Lyrica, not the Protonix, but she wasn’t buying it. “But I’m out of the Protonix.” I asked her if she had the bottle, and she showed it to me. “I’m sorry, ma’am, if we don’t have enough, we always mark it on the label, and my computer says you picked up the full quantity of 30.”

So I asked her if she was taking more than the prescribed dose. She told me that the doctor had increased it to 2 tablets per day about halfway through. “Well that explains it ma’am, you should be out if the doctor increased the dose.” Well, she still didn’t believe me, but she told me to just go ahead and refill the prescription

Unfortunately, the pharmacist had just gone to lunch, so I had to tell her it would be half an hour. (She wasn’t pleased.) When I counted the medicine, I made sure to double-count it and mark the label with a check-mark so there would be no questions if she tried to pull the same trick again.

Some people will do anything for free medicine.

Well, now that the site is working again, I can finally talk about all the stuff that happened last week.

Thursday night, I had this lady come in with a script for Paxil 40mg. She hadn’t filled prescriptions at my pharmacy before, so I had her fill out a profile while I went to make sure we had it in stock. Unfortunately, we didn’t.

So I went back to the counter to tell her this, and she screamed, “You’re f***ing kidding me!” and balled up the profile. “Well, can’t you just give me 2 of the 20mg tablets?” she asked. Our store’s policy is not to do this unless we can contact the doctor first.(in many cases, your body absorbs a little more medicine when taking 2 smaller pills).

She went ballistic on me, finally demanding to see my supervisor. “Oh, Pharmacist, can you come here please?” Well, Ms. Mean-Paxil-Lady pulled the same spiel with the pharmacist to no avail. So, she changed tactics and started up the water-works. “**sob** I’ve driven around for an hour looking for this medicine, and **sob** you’re the only pharmacy that takes my insurance, and **sob** I’ve been without it for four days.” (which could explain her behavior, other than the fact that her address is five minutes away — on foot.)

So, we ended up advancing her two days worth of the medicine in 20mg tabs, and ordered the rest of it in 40mg tabs for the next day. (The worst part is that she works in a hospital. I hope her bedside manner is better than her behavior as a patient.)

Back, you angry lady!

Today, I had not one but two people bring in seven (7!!) scripts. One of them even had the audacity to be angry when I told her it would be 45 minutes before they were all done. (The other just said she would come back later). I pointed out to her that it takes about 10 minutes to type them in, plus 5 minutes to prepare each bottle, and she backed off a little bit.

The first lady is older, and kind of confused. Her daughter usually comes to pick up her meds, but I think she’s in need of some medicine herself, if you catch my drift. We didn’t have one of them, and she got mad because her daughter was going out of town and wouldn’t be able to drive her. I offered to mail it to her (if she paid for it, of course), but she didn’t want it to get lost in the mail, so she decided to ask someone else to drive her tomorrow.

The other lady (the one that got annoyed) had evidently just gotten out of the hospital, but most of her meds were just refills of things she was already on, just with the addition of an antibiotic (cephalexin, if you’re wondering.)

Other than that, though, today went pretty smoothly, plus it was a short day for me. I was finally able to order some Zyrtec (tablets only). I ordered ten bottles, since we already have five scripts waiting in our order bin for it and allergy season is just beginning.

At least I can start reducing my supply of cold medicines and kids’ antibiotics.

Can I retire yet?

Oy vey, what a week so far. It’s only Tuesday, and we’ve already done 2/3 of the prescriptions we normally do in a week. (Ok, for those of you that work in a busy CVS or something, don’t laugh at what I’m about to say.) Yesterday, we did 113 prescriptions, and today, we did 122. Ok, so that’s nothing compared to a busy pharmacy that easily does 2,000 a day, but when you’re used to no more than 70, it’s a pain in the patootie.

Just to let you know, if you’re a patient, don’t balk at a 1-hour wait time when there are 5 people in front of you, you have 5 prescriptions, and the pharmacist just went on lunch. (you’re lucky I didn’t tell you 2 hours.)

Then there was–we’ll call him Mr. Madperson. Over the weekend, his wife had brought in a prescription for him for Capoten, and we only had some of them in stock. The technician that was working informed her of that, and offered to call another pharmacy to see if they had the full quantity. She seemed fine with it, so they filled the script and went about their business. Later that night, they got a call from a very irate Mr. Madperson.

“Where do you get off giving me only 20 tablets when my doctor told me I was getting 60! I want to speak to a manager. I’m the customer, and I expect to have all of my medicine!” The pharmacist explained that they had told his wife we would have the rest in on Monday. But he was just too self-important to understand. He made the pharmacist promise it would be mailed out as soon as we received it.

So, when our supplier sent us a different manufacturer of the same medicine, I called him to let him know that the pills would look different. Of course, he berated me for bothering him, which startled me a bit, so I started to stammer. He then said, “You have six seconds to stop wasting my time! Now tell me why you’re calling!” So I stammered out, “Well, I…uh…just wanted to let you know that your pills are going to look different.”

“I don’t care if they’re purple, white, or polka-dotted or if I even take them at all! I’m sick and tired of you people and your incompetence!”

Well, by this time I’d had enough of his bulls**t, so I just blurted out, “Fine, sir, I’ll have it mailed out ASAP. Goodbye!” and hung up the phone before he could respond. That made me feel proud and ashamed at the same time; proud, for giving him a taste of his own medicine, but ashamed because it’s the first time I have ever hung up on a patient.

Thanks, Mr. Madperson for being so indignant about a partial-fill that you made me compromise my ethics. Consider yourself blog-flamed.

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