Doctor line rang just as I decided I finally had time to go take a piss. Goddammit. Doctor on call phoning in a Cipro prescription for a patient with a urinary tract infection. Mentioning urinary tract during the phone call didn't do much for my ability to hold it in a couple more minutes. When I finally got a chance to let it flow however, I thought I remembered that this customer was on warfarin. Thinking about people's anticoagulant therapy while I'm urinating, it's quite a life I lead. Got back to the computer and checked the profile. Hell yeah, I don't need no stinking DUR software to tell me what I had here. I had just caught me an interaction baby, time to earn my big bucks. Since the patient wasn't Dick Cheney I called up Dr. Oncall on her cellphone and got the antibiotic switched to something less likely to cause death. I watched as Ms. Urinary Tract was at the counter thinking "I just saved you lady, whatever you go on to accomplish in your life from this day forward is all because of me, me! Perhaps you should be my slave, since your existence in this world is now due only to my massive brain....whhhooohhhaahhhhaahhhaaaa!!! I am super pharmacist, hear me roar!!"
Got a call about a half hour later........."I picked up this prescription....it says to take 1 capsule twice a day for 5 days, but there are only five capsules in the bottle"
So now the woman whose life I saved knows me only as the dumbass who can't count. Fuck fuck mother fucker........lesson learned....... hubris is only asking for trouble on the karma go round........
Tonight will be washed away with a dry martini. Gotta mix things up every once in awhile.