"So I wonder if my pharmacist used to make fun of me the way we sit here and make fun of pretty much everyone" I said to my keystone tech of the week. My real keystone tech is on vacation. So I guess really this tech would be the first stone that is slightly to the left or right of the keystone.
"Probably" she said. "Pharmacists seem to make fun of almost everybody"
I thought about it, and while she's right, we do make fun of almost everybody, I think I might have been an exception that proved the rule. I'll tell you why.
I remember the first prescription I ever had filled, long before the thought of toiling away in a pillshop had even entered my mind. I was probably 11 or 12 years old and I had some sort of asthma/breathing thing going on. After I left the doctor's office I went to the nearest drugstore and handed the prescription to the person behind the counter. I answered the questions they asked me and understood when they said how long it would take them to fill the med. I had a little fever as well, and the doctor had told me to get some Tylenol. You know what I did? I went to the shelf and picked out a bottle of Tylenol. All by myself. Then I sat in a chair in the waiting area until they called my name. Then, I made out a check my Mom gave me that morning, and left.
Those of you in the profession are probably gasping in disbelief. At 12 years old I was able to pull off what 90% of pharmacy customers of any age cannot. Looking back, I see now that I was a child prodigy amongst drugstore clientele. Many of you reading this probably do not believe that a person has ever simply dropped off a prescription and bought the correct over the counter product recommended by their doctor. I can't say that I blame you, as I have never seen it happen myself other than when I did it.
Little did I know, as I walked out of the drugstore that day with my Medrol dosepack and Tylenol capsules, how close I was to the apex of human development. I was so not made fun of.
8 comments:
Your mother gets a round of applause for giving you not only an insurance card, but the CORRECT insurance card. Usually I get a dental card and the kid says, "That's the only one she gave me."
You weren't made fun of, but I bet your mother was! You know, the "What kind of mother would send her sick 12 year old child in to get his own prescription?" kind of comment....
Then again, it was a long time ago wasn't it? Probably back when I used to be able to walk to the store and buy cigarettes for my dad if he gave me a note... (I just dated myself, I know)
The last time I walked into a pharmacy other than my own was when I was on jury duty and I noticed an independent pharmacy down the street during my lunch break.. I went inside and the pharmacist wasn't doing anything so I decided to start asking him questions. He was just as adamant as you've been about me dropping everything, looking retail in the eye, and running in the other direction.
But every time we go to the Rite Aid near school that sells more alcohol than prescriptions, I'm pretty sure the techs, who are all 5th year pharmacy students, talk about our liquor choices.
BTW Lucid is the worst shit EVER.
Dear Sir,
I am curious: what is your Myers-Briggs personality type?
I want to say INTP or ISTP, but I could be totally off. Maybe you aren't introverted. Maybe you are more feeling than thinking. Who knows? Only you do, and that's why I'm asking!
I go on a Myers-Briggs kick about every year and then I forget about it again.
The biggest employer in our county changed from an argus plan to a medco plan last year in June. Yes June 2007 and I still get people in my store that have no clue that anything changed. People are freakin' idiots. You however, Mr Monkey were destined to spend the rest of your life in a drug store.
You mean you actually had some insurance information and you didn't have to get on your cell phone and call Mom who said everything's the same and I don't have the card but it's Blue Cross Blue Shield of Tasmania and why doesn't it work and tells you to give the phone to the pharmacist who listens to Mom try to put him on a conference call with Dad or the insurance company or somebody else whose phone is breaking up and Mom wants to know how much it is and it's $158 and the line behind you is now stretching out the door?
That is amazing!
So I'm wandering about the internet and I read IShootPorn's most recent blog post. After seeing his top 10 favorite records, I think you two should go make some babies.
I'll bring the pocket-sized screwdrivers.
Ha ha. The first Rx I ever filled as a customer was for Tylenol and Robitussin for my infant daughter (we were on Medicaid, dagnabbit)
I waited patiently and remembered asking if the two interacted. Luckily they didn't (whew!)
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