Turns out that the DrugMonkey and I are in a little bit of hot water at a popular addic..er..’drug information group’ message board as viewed Here
Guess we’re too bitter for the peons who happen to frequent a message board dedicated to buying pain medication from online doctors. Gee, thats an ironic twist isnt it?
From the site www.drugbuyers.com:
Our goal is to help you locate the best legal sources for prescription drugs
and to offer the best information about buying meds online.
We offer a free site based on member feedback
We can help you – We need your help
Online Pharmacies, Online Doctors, and Referral Services
US, Canadian & Foreign Pharmacies
Best Pharmaceutical Sources
Free Pharmacy Watch Group
Plus my personal favorite:
Where are the best sources for hydrocodone, oxycodone, and other strong pain meds?
Now I get plenty of hatemail from asshole druggies like these. Why do I call them asshole druggies? Because who else buys their fucking pain medications from an “online” doctor and an “online” pharmacy? I’ve seen terminal cancer patients able to see a doctor and have a family member pick up their pain meds for them. No excuse.
I can see the doctor consulation IM dialog now:
Druggie: I have back pain doctor
Doctor: On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is your pain?
Doctor: Oh, that is bad. I think you should see someone local
Druggie: I cant! My pain is toooooo bad!!!!@#!@
(har har har, little does he know that i’ve been kicked out of every pharmacy/doctors office in town for early fills, harassment, and other shit that pharmacists bitch about)
Doctor: Will I will give you some Vicodin and Soma.
Druggie: That does not work! I need perc0cet and Diazep4m and S0m4 and V|agr@!!!
Doctor: That’ll be $45, and go to this easy online pharmacy (who will ask you no questions, contain no history, and is ran in someones basement with diverted hospital stock) to get your drugs!!!
Druggie: Thank you doctor! You are the most ethical, prestigious, and a pillar to your profession!
Doctor: Yeah yeah, Credit Card Charged, NEXT!
Oh, and whats even better, is that if you read the message thread they talk about diverting pain medication (the ones that fell on the floor) and who accounts for inventory. LOVELY! And these douches are giving the DrugNazi and I a bad time? Im surprised nobody has written a how-to on there about altering prescriptions.
Now I know a good majority of you pharmacists out there just wanna go and blast them off of the internet. Now usually i’m all for skimming the turds that float to the top of society, but I must repeat what the DrugNazi said:
Go over and read their board if you must, but please, don’t start a pointless flame war. I would much rather turn the wrath of the drugmonkey army loose on those that are truly evil, like Republicans. Remember these people are doing us a favor by getting their fix through the mail, as opposed to endangering our licenses with bullshit reasons why they need that early Soma refill.
Look what some smart-ass had to say in response to my entry about Welfare + Clomid = WTF?:
Ever heard of endometriosis? No course not, youre not a doctor lol.
Yes, I do know about endometriosis. I would explain it to you, but the words are too big for your tiny brain to comprehend. But to those out there, its a condition where uterine tissue grows in places that is not your uterine (in a really general nutshell)
Actually, most all doctors with the exception of OB/GYN’s and maybe oncologists wouldn’t know what endometriosis is. So you can ‘lol’ that up your ass.
If a girl had endo, which can be disabiling, I could see her point in
trying. 1. sooner the better 2. pregnancy often kicks endos ass. Becoming
pregnant used to be the main offerings for treatment but women who have
been horribly disabled by endo changed that.
What does this have anything to do with my post about people on welfare getting fertility drugs? In fact, this has nothing to do with the people wanting to have children when they cant even support themselves! Did you even read my rant before responding?
Let me spell it out for you:
I AM TALKING ABOUT WOMEN ON WELFARE WANTING FERTILITY DRUGS TO GET PREGNANT. I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT ALL WOMEN WANTING FERTILITY DRUGS, ONLY THE ONES THAT CANT AFFORD (meaning, they dont have the money) TO TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES LET ALONE A CHILD. IT IS LIKE SELLING THE CAR FOR GAS MONEY.
However, since you can spell endometriosis (and are probably a self-proclaimed “Nurse”), i’ll give this another 2 seconds of brainpower. According to the standard treatments, pregnancy isn’t even on that list. In fact, im sure most women would rather be on some sort of oral contraceptive rather than bare/raise a crotch-fruit for 9 months + 18 years. Furthermore, since 30-40% of these women are sterile, why would they be taking Clomid? Not going to do them one damn bit of good except to waste money. Nature has a funny way of saying “maybe you shouldn’t have kids”. I think some women need to read the writing on the wall rather than trying to override nature and get some horrible burden they may not expect.
Anyways, mighty pharmacists dont know it all, which is why we have
Uh, dig that hole a bit more sweety. I’m sure that there is a bit more you can do to completely make a total ass out of yourself.
I got this comment from Sandi, and could not believe it:
This patient takes the cake.
I normally do a fair amount of grumbling over how much stuff is paid for by Medicaid, but this time I had to be proud of what was not covered…
A lady came in with a prescription for Clomid. I did not ever in a million years expect she would be on Medicaid, so I had to look twice and still ask her if she had a new insurance card. Nope, she really is on Medicaid. Then she was just downright surprised that Medicaid would not pay to get her pregnant! Yeah, sure, why don’t you bring a few more into the world…on us. Not.
For those at home: Clomid = Makes women have babies. Just don’t stand downwind of a guy, you might become his baby-momma.
Sandi, you showed restraint unknown to those of us in retail. I personally would of called up the doctors office and asked them why they were writing a fertility drug to a patient that obviously could not take care of her self, but for some reason thought that bringing a child into the world would magically make her problems go away. What kind of dipshit retarded doctor would write for this? Oh, one of those “Everyone has a right to a family, blah blah blah”. Yeah, you pay for that fucking kid so we don’t have to.
I would of just told her it wasn’t covered, and if she asked if I could call the doctor to get it changed or get a prior auth, I would just say “If you cant afford this medication, how can you afford a child?”. Tough questions, tough love, only here on the angrypharmacist.
What i’m most surprised from this story, is that there really is an infertile welfare female out there. I thought that the cure all for infertility was to just go on welfare. In no time you’ll have one on each tit and another in the oven.
Yes, i’m going to hell. Straight to hell.
Whats the issue with people and keeping a loaded lancet device in their diabetic meter case. I mean its bad enough that I get handed this meter that looks like its been used as a tampon, but when I look at the lancet device (dont get me started) it has a friggin loaded lancet ready to go.
Im sorry, but its bad enough that I need to touch your nasty ass meter, but leaving your lancet device loaded it just asking for trouble. What if I stick myself on it? Then what? Do you also keep loaded guns in your child’s bedroom? Do you drive drunk or under the influence of Soma or Vic-er.. never mind that part. The point is, when you bring in your meter to be looked at by me (who’s already swamped with work), PLEASE remove any uncapped lancets from your device. Whenever I get one (today I got 2), I always say “oh, thats nice, ready for me to stick myself on”. They don’t get it. Seriously, they just don’t fucking get it. Pisses me off to no end this does. What makes it even better? Is when they receive the meter from a mail order pharmacy and expect ME to show them how to use it. Fuckers, I wish i could kill them with my brainpower.
Another thing. For some reason, Medicaid and Medicare people always seem to think that ANY copay is too much. You got $150 bucks worth of Levaquin for $3.10? Too much. $2000 worth of Epogen for $3.10? No way. It has to be fucking free. Im sorry Medicare reciepients, but its not MY fault that you didnt save your money when you were young. Cricket and the ant man. All of us working people are the ants, and your sorry ass are the Crickets. Winter is a coming.
Also, Its not MY fault that i’m paying a good deal of my check into this ‘system’ for which I will never be able to draw a dime off of. Im sorry you’re poor and on a fixed income and forced to eat dog food. But yanno what? I gotta eat, I gotta pay my power bill too, and to hear you bitch about your $3.00 copay on your $2000 prescription really isn’t worth my time. In fact, its insulting, because 2 years ago you would of gotten NOTHING covered under MediCare part A and B. So QUIT FUCKING BITCHING and go watch Jag reruns.
Now, heres the best of them all. Why do MediCare/MediAid folk think they are entitled to Ensure? Why is it you NEVER see a private pay or someone with private insurance get an Rx for Ensure? For you at home, Ensure is one of those food replacement drinks that you take when you cant take solid food. Now I’ve gotten tons of prior auths for people with AIDS+HepC wasting, and throat cancer where they cant swallow, or people with GT Tubes. But when some fat son of a bitch waltz’s in with an Rx for Ensure because “I’m losing weight” I want to stab him and his doctor in the face with my pen. Does Medicare/aid pay for a loaf of bread? Can I bill /my/ lunches to /my/ insurance? NO! So why should Medicare/aid pay for your Ensure unless you have a good fucking reason to be on it?
Seriously, I had to do a Prior Auth from (where else) the County Hospital for this patient who “hasnt eaten in 2 weeks”. I thought she was a chemo patient, or had some serious problems. She was out in the car, so I asked her “caretaker” (don’t get me started) for her to come in so I could ask her some questions for the PA. Well, she didn’t walk in, she waddled in. She wasn’t eating food for 2 weeks, she was eating bacon fat soaked twinkies for 2 weeks. I seriously turned to the other pharmacist behind me (and the techs) and gave the “What the FUCK” look. Immediately they retreated to the back room to laugh. This chick was large. She started into this sob story how she needed this because she didn’t eat for 2 weeks, blah blah blah, brain turned off. I seriously had to make a conscious effort to remove the “you have got to be fucking me” or “wheres the hidden cameras? This has to be a joke” look on my face. Did she just want Ensure so she didn’t have to raise the fucking BigMac to her fat face?
So I get the info, and contact her doctor to find out exactly what the diagnosis and her latest BMI (Body Mass Index) was. The doctor called, and first thing after she gave some diagnosis about “not eating for 2 weeks” was “Have you seen the patient?”. Yeah, to make a long story short, when I submitted the Prior Auth I got a phone call from the insurance company asking me if maybe I transposed some numbers when writing down the BMI. I said no, and they promptly denied it with laughter in their voice.
Oh, and if you think you can somehow convince me to feel sorry for this lady, please dont invite me to your pity party. You have no idea what she milks out of our tax dollars.
So I saw DrugNazi’s little soma display window pictures here
So I have to jump on the bandwagon for those non-pharmacists. If you’re a pharmacist, just ignore this explinations.
As DrugNazi said, Soma is a non-controlled muscle relaxant used along with Vicodin or Valium to help increase their effects. Abused to all hell. In fact, the crackheads want the ones manufacturered by Watson Labratories (Formerly by Danbury) because it has “DAN” written on the tablet. So when they call and ask for a price for soma, they ask how much the “DANs” call. Sorta like how quaaludes were just called ‘ludes. Street lingo, ya dig?
Ironically, Soma was created in fiction long long before some drug company decided to press it into tablets and sell it to addicts. It was in Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World as a “Miracle Drug”. Hmmm.. thats a little too close to be scary.
So when I found this out many years ago, I found a page of quotes from the book about Soma. I printed it out, and hung it on my wall for shits and giggles. The page is still up, so without further adeu (pharmacists, dont shit yourself from laughing, this shit is from a long time before soma came out):
Soma in Aldous Huxley’s
Brave New World
“All the advantages of Christianity and alcohol; none of their defects.”
“..there is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gramme for a week-end, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon…”
“Benito was notoriously good-natured. People said of him that he could have got through life without ever touching soma. The malice and bad tempers from which other people had to take holidays never afflicted him. Reality for Benito was always sunny.”
“you do look glum! What you need is a gramme of soma.”
“Soma was served with the coffee. Lenina took two half-gramme tablets and Henry three.”
“the warm, the richly coloured, the infinitely friendly world of soma-holiday. How kind, how good-looking, how delightfully amusing every one was! ”
“Swallowing half an hour before closing time, that second dose of soma had raised a quite impenetrable wall between the actual universe and their minds.”
“The service had begun. The dedicated soma tablets were placed in the centre of the table. The loving cup of strawberry ice-cream soma was passed from hand to hand and, with the formula, “I drink to my annihilation,” twelve times quaffed.”
“By this time the soma had begun to work. Eyes shone, cheeks were flushed, the inner light of universal benevolence broke out on every face in happy, friendly smiles. Even Bernard felt himself a little melted.”
“I don’t understand anything,” she said with decision, determined to preserve her incomprehension intact. “Nothing. Least of all,” she continued in another tone “why you don’t take soma when you have these dreadful ideas of yours. You’d forget all about them. And instead of feeling miserable, you’d be jolly. So jolly,”
“Was and will make me ill,
I take a gram and only am.”
“When the Warden started booming, she had inconspicuously swallowed half a gramme of soma, with the result that she could now sit, serenely not listening, thinking of nothing at all, but with her large blue eyes fixed on the Warden’s face in an expression of rapt attention.”
“Bernard also laughed; after two grammes of soma the joke seemed, for some reason, good. Laughed and then, almost immediately, dropped off to sleep,…”
“”But it’s terrible,” Lenina whispered. “It’s awful. We ought not to have come here.” She felt in her pocket for her soma – only to discover that, by some unprecedented oversight, she had left the bottle down at the rest-house. Bernard’s pockets were also empty.”
Lenina was left to face the horrors of Malpais unaided.”
“Lenina was still sobbing. “Too awful,” she kept repeating, and all Bernard’s consolations were in vain. “Too awful! That blood!” She shuddered. “Oh, I wish I had my soma.” ”
“A gramme is better than a damn,” said Lenina mechanically from behind her hands. “I wish I had my soma!” ”
“Her tears began to flow again. “I suppose John told you. What I had to suffer – and not a gramme of soma to be had. Only a drink of mescal every now and then, when Popé used to bring it.””
“As soon as they got back to the rest-house, she swallowed six half-gramme tablets of soma, lay down on her bed, and within ten minutes had embarked for lunar eternity. It would be eighteen hours at the least before she was in time again.”
“”By his heretical views on sport and soma, by the scandalous unorthodoxy of his sex-life, by his refusal to obey the teachings of Our Ford and behave out of office hours, ‘even as a little infant,'” (here the Director made the sign of the T), “he has proved himself an enemy of Society, a subverter, ladies and gentlemen, of all Order and Stability, a conspirator against Civilization itself. For this reason I propose to dismiss him, to dismiss him with ignominy from the post he has held in this Centre…””
“So the best people were quite determined not to see Linda. And Linda, for her part, had no desire to see them. The return to civilization was for her the return to soma, was the possibility of lying in bed and taking holiday after holiday, without ever having to come back to a headache or a fit of vomiting, without ever being made to feel as you always felt after peyotl, as though you’d done something so shamefully anti-social that you could never hold up your head again. Soma played none of these unpleasant tricks. The holiday it gave was perfect and, if the morning after was disagreeable, it was so, not intrinsically, but only by comparison with the joys of the holiday. The remedy was to make the holiday continuous. Greedily she clamoured for ever larger, ever more frequent doses. Dr. Shaw at first demurred; then let her have what she wanted. She took as much as twenty grammes a day.
“Which will finish her off in a month or two,” the doctor confided to Bernard. “One day the respiratory centre will be paralyzed. No more breathing. Finished. And a good thing too. If we could rejuvenate, of course it would be different. But we can’t.”
“Surprisingly, as every one thought (for on soma-holiday Linda was most conveniently out of the way), John raised objections.
“But aren’t you shortening her life by giving her so much?”
“In one sense, yes,” Dr. Shaw admitted. “But in another we’re actually lengthening it.” The young man stared, uncomprehending. “Soma may make you lose a few years in time,” the doctor went on. “But think of the enormous, immeasurable durations it can give you out of time. Every soma-holiday is a bit of what our ancestors used to call eternity.” ”
“In the end John was forced to give in. Linda got her soma. Thenceforward she remained in her little room on the thirty-seventh floor of Bernard’s apartment house, in bed, with the radio and television always on, and the patchouli tap just dripping, and the soma tablets within reach of her hand – there she remained; and yet wasn’t there at all, was all the time away, infinitely far away, on holiday; on holiday in some other world, where the music of the radio was a labyrinth of sonorous colours, a sliding, palpitating labyrinth, that led (by what beautifully inevitable windings) to a bright centre of absolute conviction; where the dancing images of the television box were the performers in some indescribably delicious all-singing feely; where the dripping patchouli was more than scent – was the sun, was a million saxophones, was Popé making love, only much more so, incomparably more, and without end.”
“”The Savage,” wrote Bernard, “refuses to take soma, and seems much distressed because of the woman Linda, his m—, remains permanently on holiday. It is worthy of note that, in spite of his m—‘s senility and the extreme repulsiveness of her appearance, the Savage frequently goes to see her and appears to be much attached to her – an interesting example of the way in which early conditioning can be made to modify and even run counter to natural impulses (in this case, the impulse to recoil from an unpleasant object).”
“Helmholtz and the Savage took to one another at once. So cordially indeed that Bernard felt a sharp pang of jealousy. In all these weeks he had never come to so close an intimacy with the Savage as Helmholtz immediately achieved. Watching them, listening to their talk, he found himself sometimes resentfully wishing that he had never brought them together. He was ashamed of his jealousy and alternately made efforts of will and took soma to keep himself from feeling it. But the efforts were not very successful; and between the soma-holidays there were, of necessity, intervals. The odious sentiment kept on returning.”
“When one has leant forward, nearer and nearer, with parted lips-only to find oneself, quite suddenly, as a clumsy oaf scrambles to his feet, leaning towards nothing at all-well, there is a reason, even with half a gramme of soma circulating in one’s blood-stream, a genuine reason for annoyance.”
“What’s in those” (remembering The Merchant of Venice) “those caskets?” the Savage enquired when Bernard had rejoined him.
“The day’s soma ration,” Bernard answered rather indistinctly; for he was masticating a piece of Benito Hoover’s chewing-gum. “They get it after their work’s over. Four half-gramme tablets. Six on Saturdays.”
”Hug me till you drug me, honey;
Kiss me till I’m in a coma;
Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny;
Love’s as good as soma.”
“Drying her eyes, Lenina walked across the roof to the lift. On her way down to the twenty-seventh floor she pulled out her soma bottle. One gramme, she decided, would not be enough; hers had been more than a one-gramme affliction. But if she took two grammes, she ran the risk of not waking up in time to-morrow morning. She compromised and, into her cupped left palm, shook out three half-gramme tablets.”
“Soma distribution!” shouted a loud voice. “In good order, please. Hurry up there.”
“”No shoving there now!” shouted the Deputy Sub-Bursar in a fury. He slammed down he lid of his cash-box. “I shall stop the distribution unless I have good behaviour.”
The Deltas muttered, jostled one another a little, and then were still. The threat had been effective. Deprivation of soma-appalling thought!
“That’s better,” said the young man, and reopened his cash-box. ”
“”Don’t you want to be free and men? Don’t you even understand what manhood and freedom are?” Rage was making him fluent; the words came easily, in a rush. “Don’t you?” he repeated, but got no answer to his question. “Very well then,” he went on grimly. “I’ll teach you; I’ll make you be free whether you want to or not.” And pushing open a window that looked on to the inner court of the Hospital, he began to throw the little pill-boxes of soma tablets in handfuls out into the area.”
For a moment the khaki mob was silent, petrified, at the spectacle of this wanton sacrilege, with amazement and horror.”
“Free, free!” the Savage shouted, and with one hand continued to throw the soma into the area while, with the other, he punched the indistinguishable faces of his assailants. “Free!” And suddenly there was Helmholtz at his side-“Good old Helmholtz!”-also punching-“Men at last!”-and in the interval also throwing the poison out by handfuls through the open window. “Yes, men! men!” and there was no more poison left. He picked up the cash-box and showed them its black emptiness. “You’re free!”
“The policemen pushed him out of the way and got on with their work. Three men with spraying machines buckled to their shoulders pumped thick clouds of soma vapour into the air.”
“Two minutes later the Voice and the soma vapour had produced their effect. In tears, the Deltas were kissing and hugging one another-half a dozen twins at a time in a comprehensive embrace. Even Helmholtz and the Savage were almost crying. A fresh supply of pill-boxes was brought in from the Bursary; a new distribution was hastily made and, to the sound of the Voice’s richly affectionate, baritone valedictions, the twins dispersed, blubbering as though their hearts would break. “Good-bye, my dearest, dearest friends, Ford keep you! Good-bye, my dearest, dearest friends, Ford keep you. Good-bye my dearest, dearest …”
“”Because our world is not the same as Othello’s world. You can’t make flivvers without steel-and you can’t make tragedies without social instability. The world’s stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can’t get. They’re well off; they’re safe; they’re never ill; they’re not afraid of death; they’re blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they’re plagued with no mothers or fathers; they’ve got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about; they’re so conditioned that they practically can’t help behaving as they ought to behave. And if anything should go wrong, there’s soma. Which you go and chuck out of the window in the name of liberty, Mr. Savage. Liberty!” He laughed. “Expecting Deltas to know what liberty is! And now expecting them to understand Othello! My good boy!””
“Bring three men,” he ordered, “and take Mr. Marx into a bedroom. Give him a good soma vaporization and then put him to bed and leave him.”
The fourth secretary went out and returned with three green-uniformed twin footmen. Still shouting and sobbing. Bernard was carried out. ”
“And if ever, by some unlucky chance, anything unpleasant should somehow happen, why, there’s always soma to give you a holiday from the facts. And there’s always soma to calm your anger, to reconcile you to your enemies, to make you patient and long-suffering. In the past you could only accomplish these things by making a great effort and after years of hard moral training. Now, you swallow two or three half-gramme tablets, and there you are. Anybody can be virtuous now. You can carry at least half your mortality about in a bottle. Christianity without tears-that’s what soma is.”
“Benighted fool!” shouted the man from The Fordian Science Monitor, “why don’t you take soma?”
“Get away!” The Savage shook his fist.
The other retreated a few steps then turned round again. “Evil’s an unreality if you take a couple of grammes.”
“Kohakwa iyathtokyai!” The tone was menacingly derisive.
“Pain’s a delusion.”
“Oh, is it?” said the Savage and, picking up a thick hazel switch, strode forward.
The man from The Fordian Science Monitor made a dash for his helicopter.”
“It was after midnight when the last of the helicopters took its flight. Stupefied by soma, and exhausted by a long-drawn frenzy of sensuality, the Savage lay sleeping in the heather. The sun was already high when he awoke. He lay for a moment, blinking in owlish incomprehension at the light; then suddenly remembered-everything.
“Oh, my God, my God!” He covered his eyes with his hand.”
PS: If you try to post any comments regarding soma, my server might yell at you and punch you in the face. Like me, its tired of getting hounded by people wanting to sell/get soma. So you can find creative ways around that.. 🙂
If you’re a pharmacist, and reading this, you’re probably drunk (or hung over). I just had about 5 shots and a bottle of wine with a dentist friend of mine, so this might not make too much sense (im pretty hammered). But you’ll understand why (if you’re not a pharmacist) if you read this entry.
Needless to say, today was chaos, hell, and a bit of clusterfuck all rolled into one. Words cannot describe it. All I can say is that if you were working in pharmacy 1 year ago (when Medicare part D shit hit the fan) it was like Deja Vu.
Prescription Solutions was down for a good majority of the day. In fact, it was down the entire day. I must of gotten less than 50 prescriptions transmitted through them, and god only knows how big my switching bill is going to be from all the failed transactions and retransmissions that I did today. I got error messages from ‘Server Busy’ to ‘Non Contracted Pharmacy’ to ‘Please process with 2007 card if in 2007, 2006 card if claim is in 2006’ to getting paid.
To make matters worse, some Medicare Part D programs decided it would be a good idea to issue 2007 cards that have a different ID number than the current 2006 cards. Way to go! Lets really drive the pharmacists crazy!
This combined with the 1+ hour wait time on hold makes for a really really drunk pharmacist.
Seriously, the PBM seriously need to get their shit together. I mean lets take Prescriptions Solutions (RxSoln) for an example. As of 1/1/07 they took over processing for the AARP Medicare Part D program. Common sense would tell you; “Hey! As of the first we’re going to have a fuckload more traffic! Lets put more servers in place, and hire more staff, etc to take the increased load!”. Did they do this? FUCK NO! So as a result they were down all fucking day. They must of learned from Argus how to be a shitty PBM. So in my drunken haze, I have written them a letter:
Dear Prescription Solutions,
This is The Angry Pharmacist. Most of my patients use you for their Rx Processing. Unfortunately today (since your systems were offline) they could not get their medications. As your CEO’s are sleeping soundly in their beds, most of your customers are in the ER without medication because of your lack of server scaling and planning for the increased load of the AARP customers you took over (like hell i’m giving them any medication, you’ve fucked us over last year on the first, what makes us think you’re not going to fuck us over this year on the first). I hope you sleep well knowing that you have just fucked over a good majority of patients, and pissed off a ton of pharmacists who took the brunt of your ignorance and lack of planning. The same pharmacists who are going to suggest that their patients move off of plans administered by you and your shitfuck cronies. But of course you are making record high profits, so obviously you dont need our business to afford your sailboat, RV and your house in Maui. I pray that your own family does not use your processing company for their prescriptions.
The Angry Pharmacist
PS: Fix your fucking shit.
Oh, and if you havent already; Drop Humana. Seriously, they pay cost + 1.50 for all of their prescriptions. If you work for a corpo-chain, talk to your district manager about it. If we keep on accepting shitty plans, the other PBM’s are just going to walk all over us.
Im too drunk to type any more. I hope you all have a good first week of the new year; and remember, when slitting your wrists its ‘down the road not across the street’ (and if you do it under hot water, you wont feel it) 🙂
I <3 scotch. Mad props to my homies in Ohio. You read this blog, you know who you are.