I used to work the graveyard shift in the ghetto a few years back, and let me tell you, there is nothing like practicing pharmacy in the ghetto in the middle of the night. I actually kinda miss it. Not once since I left the ghetto have I faced a decision like what to do when I saw someone receiving oral sex in the drive through. For the record, I decided interrupting might not be the best idea, and really, it was like free porn. Some people probably pay good money to watch stuff like this. In the end, my eyes met the um.....receiver's and I gave him a thumb's up. He gave me one back and drove off a few minutes later.
Or the time an employee found a bag of cocaine while cleaning the shelves in the cosmetic section. It was shocking.....absolutely shocking.... that an employee was cleaning a store shelf. Damn if you couldn't eat off them for a few weeks after that though. Good times.......good times.....
The only thing I have to remember those days now though is an old prescription bottle of Ambien. I used to use the Ambien to help me sleep in the daytime back in the ghetto days. I opened it up just now to take a look and relive the memories, and all the sudden my nose started burning. Some of the ancient Ambien powder must have drifted into my nose and now it hurts like hell.
I'm sleepy all the sudden.
4 comments:
Your blogs remind me of a pharmacist named Jonathan that I used to work with way back in the day in Orlando....
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you should check that out, DM
i think one of those monkey's is the same as your profile picture
This just reminds me, in my short 1.5 years in the emergency room I have flicked Dilaudid and Digoxin in my eye (stupid glass ampules!!!!!) and I've gotten Etomidate in my mouth (A pt was crashing and we were prepping to intubate, I drew the Etomidate up with the normal blunt needle, and as I was twisting the capped needle off the leur lock syringe, the needle part broke off, leaving just a plastic hub on the syringe. I couldn't grip the plastic hub with my fingers, so I used my teeth to twist it off, landing several drops of Etomidate in my mouth. It sounds really retarded, but when the pt is crashing, it's not like I had time to redraw the Etomidate).
Meghan,
A clumsy nurse in California who loves your blog
Well at least you weren't snorting it!
Thanks for the laugh. Makes me remember the scary things people used to do at the Dairy Queen drive-through late at night...ugh.
And that, folks, is why I went to college. To get away from working the drive-up window...
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