Yeah yeah, I havent been posting. Lets get the fuck over that and go into how I almost ended a patient’s life today with nothing more than a counting tray, and a glass pint bottle of prometh with codeine (dont even start to tell me you haven’t thought of doing it).
There is a little known fact that when you, the patient, call in your prescription numbers we usually get started on filling them. Oh, by ‘little known fact’ I really mean common fucking sense.
So when you, the patient, call in 10 rx numbers, you can probably safely assume that we are going to start filling them. We are going to fill them with staff that the store pays for to fill prescriptions. The store gets to pay for their employees with money gained from filling your prescriptions. Again, I realize this is fucking rocket science to some people, but to the majority of the non-paste eaters out there this is as surprising as not-winning when you play the Lotto.
Therefore, when you the patient come in to pick up your 10 rx’s (which if you didnt think they would be filled why the fuck would you come in), and decide to tell ME (of all people) “Oh, well these are a bit expensive can you transfer them to Walmart” why in the fuck would you would be shocked when I say “No”. I mean its not like you paid THE EXACT SAME FUCKING COPAYS LAST MONTH. So this month copays shouldn’t be any surprise you dim-witted sack of shit. Did the medication-fairy magically make the drugs free? Did we have a bumper crop on the Soma tree so we’re just giving it away now? Fucking shit I was two seconds away from taking those drug bottles and shoving them up their ass sideways.
Not only that, you have the nerve to glare at me when I say “You know, its pretty rude when you called all these in, we spent all this time filling these, and now you want them to be transferred to a Walmart. Its like ordering food at a place then sending it back once it gets put on the table saying ‘I’m going to another restaurant because their steak is cheaper’.” I realize that the concept of analogy is hard to understand with your two brain cells, but the point I’m trying to get through your thick skull is that its a pretty dickish mood to have me do all this work to undo it an hour later. I don’t give a fuck about your “limited income” excuse that you throw around to get what you want. Being on a limited income isn’t a license to be a fucking twat and waste the stores “limited income” and my time when I could be helping patients who actually have their shit together.
FUCK. I feel better now. Really, no bullshit, I really do feel better.
So to answer the question you all may be asking; yes, I did transfer the prescription. However I called Walmart and warned them about this dillhole’s antics. The pharmacist said “Oh I absolutely hate it when they do that, i’ll make them stand here before we even think about starting them.” Problem solved. Although pharmacy as a whole is going down the shitter, I’m glad that us, as Pharmacists, are willing to stand up and get even on behalf of each other, especially for uncalled for bullshit like this.