I don't often remark about work here, probably because of all the privacy issues that I face as an employee of a healthcare organization. I will remark today.
This is in reference to Operation TennCare RX.
At least two of the busted individuals got prescriptions from my pharmacy. And on one occasion on of them did this:
He stumbles in, with a gravity that indicates more than mere drunk. He's taking pain killers and drinking. And presenting his sorry existance in public.
Falling to the consultation counter he presents his freshly wounded hand. A gash, at least 2 inches long created by "trimming my nails with my knife." While in the car, going over a speedbump. He's the king of cool now.
He falls again, smearing his blood-soaked hand across my counter. I'm thinking out loud, "I'm not equiped to handle bio-hazard." "Can I get a band-aid?" Hells yes my company will pay for you to stop bleeding. I rush to get this fool a band-aid.
"Can you put it on?" He needs me to because he probably can't even see his own hand.
Everyone out of the gene pool, Heavy has gone and soiled himself.
My brother has this idea that it's not survival of the fittest, but survival of the luckiest. I don't entirely buy that, but I honestly have no other explanation for Heavy D. Sometimes luck happens.
So you want a place to leave your random, off topic thoughts?
Well, you got it. Visit the Forum/Vandalism link to your left at anytime to access your own weirdness.
This tweeker comes into work yesterday with freshly picked scabs covering his arms and neck to try to get some Sudafed. He wants the maximum single transaction quantity of 6 grams. I flip through my log book, and sure enough, about 25 days ago, he got the same thing. Legally I was obliged to only sell him one, but given other evidence I told him, "I don't think I'm going to sell this to you." I closed my log book and stowed it back under the counter. The kid was flabbergasted.
A few minutes later I was working the drive thru and the kid drives by my window and flips me off.
Flipping off the pharmacy tech who sells you your crank is bad, we do things like call the police for pseudoephedrine limits exceeded, and call other pharmacies to have them do the same thing. Keep your finger to yourself.
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