Your Pharmacist Cringes When You...
1. Tell me you take medicine for your heart, and when I try to find out more, it just turn up blank stares from you. Telling me you take medicine for your heart problem is not a lot of help. Do you take the meds for your BP? For heart failure? For angina? Tell me the medicine name or at least show me a sample of the medicine you are taking. How else am I suppose to tell you whether the medicine the doctor just gave you has any interaction with the ones you are already taking? I graduated from the school of pharmacy, not the school of divinity. And no, I am not friends with Harry Potter & co so I do not know anything about legilimens.
2. Ask me if the medicine I am dispensing to you has any drug interactions and what drugs you have to avoid. As far as I know, all drugs have interaction with some other drugs. However, I do not think you have the intellectual capacity to handle the information because you cannot even differentiate tramadol from paracetamol; you think everything with a -ol at the end is Panadol. Even if you can differentiate tramadol from paracetamol, it is still useless. You still cannot process the information because you are not a drug expert. The drug names will be jargon to you.
3. Tell me you want the pink/white/orange tablet and the brown/red syrup. *take a deep breath* Tell . Me . The . Medicine . Name. There are many tablets that share the same color, and shape. Ditto for syrups; many cough syrups happen to be of the same color. Do not expect your pharmacist to play guessing games with you. I am very busy.
4. Give stupid answers to my questions. For example, when I dispense loperamide and ask if you have diarrhea, the correct answers would be "yes" or "no", NOT "I don't know"! If "yes" we can both get on with our lives; "no" I will probably have to probe you a little and check with the doctor if he clicked the wrong item from the drop down list, it's just a little more work, but I can handle. "I don't know" will just get you a are-you-a-retard look from me. When I probe and ask you for the reason you came to see the doctor, you tell me you have loose stools...
5. Tell me you had not given your child his epileptic medicine for 2 days because you ran out of medicine. You had not had the time to see the medical social worker to get financial aid nor the time to come down for an appointment with the doctor. The result: your child had a fit right in front of my pharmacy. Have a heart, every time your child goes into a fit, a part of his brain gets damaged.
2. Ask me if the medicine I am dispensing to you has any drug interactions and what drugs you have to avoid. As far as I know, all drugs have interaction with some other drugs. However, I do not think you have the intellectual capacity to handle the information because you cannot even differentiate tramadol from paracetamol; you think everything with a -ol at the end is Panadol. Even if you can differentiate tramadol from paracetamol, it is still useless. You still cannot process the information because you are not a drug expert. The drug names will be jargon to you.
3. Tell me you want the pink/white/orange tablet and the brown/red syrup. *take a deep breath* Tell . Me . The . Medicine . Name. There are many tablets that share the same color, and shape. Ditto for syrups; many cough syrups happen to be of the same color. Do not expect your pharmacist to play guessing games with you. I am very busy.
4. Give stupid answers to my questions. For example, when I dispense loperamide and ask if you have diarrhea, the correct answers would be "yes" or "no", NOT "I don't know"! If "yes" we can both get on with our lives; "no" I will probably have to probe you a little and check with the doctor if he clicked the wrong item from the drop down list, it's just a little more work, but I can handle. "I don't know" will just get you a are-you-a-retard look from me. When I probe and ask you for the reason you came to see the doctor, you tell me you have loose stools...
5. Tell me you had not given your child his epileptic medicine for 2 days because you ran out of medicine. You had not had the time to see the medical social worker to get financial aid nor the time to come down for an appointment with the doctor. The result: your child had a fit right in front of my pharmacy. Have a heart, every time your child goes into a fit, a part of his brain gets damaged.
posted by Yamosh at 12:32 PM
2 Comments:
i dunno whether to laugh or to cry.
Even though this post was 3 years back, the very same things are still happening and I can so empathize with that...
Another 'pharm-mist'
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