I sometimes forget how young you are. I wonder why did you pick that name ~
Not that there's anything wrong with it.
MY STORY: Six years ago I was switching towns and pharmacies. My Pain Doctor
gave me one of those giant bottles so I'd be prepared for the move. I didn't
count them. So, it gets down to about
a week and I realize I'm TWENTY
short. Holy cats. I called the new pharmacy and spoke with the pharmacist.
I called my doctor. Fortunately, he prescribed what was taken. His nurse said,
"Always have the clerk count your pills in front of you." Well, I changed pharmacies
again and politely asked the clerks to count. Somebody always did.
I changed pharmacies and this counting went on for a couple of months and then ...
we ran into the pharmacist from
Hades. She shouted. She accused my husband of not trusting her. (I wasn't
around) He said her face turned all red like congealed jello.
There was a line of patients behind him waiting for their prescript
ions. He was
Anyway, the head pharmacist came to soothe things over. He counted. All
the pills were there. The count was right.
But guess what??? Someone had ADDED a pill. It didn't look anything like
my other pills. I never did find out what it was but my files did show that
I was a pharmacy hopper. Mrs. Jello face may have been fired. I never saw her
again when I went in to buy lipstick. (I had my pharmacy files changed)
So ... Anyway, I get big script
s now. As soon as I get home, I'm counting them.
I totally trust my pharmacist and the assistants but WHAT IF ....
Pamela Neckpain is wearing her fingers out on this one. Thank you, ElderLY.
El: You could tell your doctor that your rocking chair broke with you in it ... or something. I'D BELIEVE YOU.
Things with relatives get really sticky.
Post Edited (Pamela Neckpain) : 10/20/2008 9:07:05 PM (GMT-6)