First a bit of background, I live in a small town tourist town that gets absurdly busy during holidays, even though we're a few miles away from the beach.
That being said, today was hectic, it was just the pharmacist and myself (normally fine on a Saturday), and I'm quite sick. Then, on top of that, in comes this harpy:
Rph: The poor floater pharmacist who's only worked in my store once before.
Me: The wicked awesome, but miserable Tech
SC: Harpy from hell
SCH: Harpy's husband
SC walks up to the pharmacy pick up window with a prescription in her hand, which is understandable, as half the people do that anyway, so I'm not sensing anything off just yet. She hands me the Rx.
Me: Okay ma'am, I know we don't have [brand colonoscopy prep kit] in stock, but we have the generic.
SC: *getting all huffy* Well, I know for a fact that most generic drugs don't work as well as the brand, and I have to have brand anxiety medication because the generic is only half as effective! My husband got this same medication here six months ago for his colonoscopy!
I mentally roll my eyes, but I'm used to this by now and I let her have her little rant, which lasts a lot longer than I expected it to, as she repeated herself about five times. I ask for all of her information to find her file and get started on typing up the medication when I realize the Dr's name wasn't on the Rx and he hadn't dated it.
Me: *under my breath* Oh man... *to my pharmacist* Hey Rph... We have a bit of an issue here. There's no doc name or date, AND this is an Rx from [a very well known private company that does everything in house that is also well known for not responding to any outside entity within a reasonable time period, or at all].
Rph gives me a long suffering look and takes the Rx out of my hand and goes to talk to SC, I follow for moral support, knowing that there is no way this is going to go well.
Rph: Ma'am, I'm sorry but this isn't a valid prescription, we can't fill this for you without...
SC: *cuts her off, practically screaming* WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT A VALID PRESCRIPTION! MY HUSBAND GOT THIS SAME DRUG 6 MONTHS AGO FOR THE SAME THING! BLAH BLAH! *rages more*
Rph: MA'AM! We can't even tell who wrote this! AND it's not dated!
Sadly, at this point, the phone went nuts and I had to leave my pharmacist to deal with SC on her own. But I do catch these gems in between calls:
SC: DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT A COLONOSCOPY IS?
SC: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THE DOCTOR'S NAME?
SC: IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S A NARCOTIC OR ANYTHING!
When I finally get off the phone, Rph is about ready to flip her top at SC and I see SCH has arrived and is encouraging his little harpy to keep it up. Rph somehow manages to get away from them for a breather after SC stops screaming and starts crying about how she's not usually like this and she doesn't mean to be so mean. As Rph walks over to me to discuss what we're going to do, I hear:
SC: They won't give me my medication! They say the prescription's not right!
SCH: WHAT? It's not like it's a narcotic or anything!
SC: That's exactly what I said, but they won't listen!
I raise an eyebrow at Rph and she groans. We decide that we might as well try to contact the company, but SC calls us back over. I take the hit this time, because I'm afraid Rph will beat them to death with the register if she has to deal with this any longer.
SC: I'm going to call the Dr's office and find out why they sent me this supposedly not valid prescription. It's not like it's a narcotic or anything.
Me: *handing her back the Rx* That's the best plan, if we don't even know the doctor, there is nothing we can do. It's against the law to fill a prescription without certain information. *if she had been nice about it, I would have spent an hour and a half on the phone pulling teeth and finding that information or getting someone who could give a verbal to my pharmacist, but she forfeited that right long ago*
SC: Well, it's not like you couldn't do it if you wanted to. Politician's break the law all the time, they make their own laws! Why should anyone else follow the law.
Me: *takes a second to compose myself* I'm not a politician, ma'am, I'm a medical professional and we like to follow the law.
SC: *looks like her evil plot was foiled*
As they turned to walk away the old harpy had the audacity to "apologize" to the people waiting behind her:
SC: I'm so sorry for holding you up! I'm sure you're all thinking "won't that old bitch just shut up and move along?" Hahahaha
The two girls she said that to had slightly guilty looks when they walked up to the counter and I knew they had been thinking just that. Thank god they were nice and understood that I needed a minute to collect my brain off the walls.
Who in the world uses logic like that? If I didn't spend so much time reading on this site, I'd be a lot more shocked.
That being said, today was hectic, it was just the pharmacist and myself (normally fine on a Saturday), and I'm quite sick. Then, on top of that, in comes this harpy:
Rph: The poor floater pharmacist who's only worked in my store once before.
Me: The wicked awesome, but miserable Tech
SC: Harpy from hell
SCH: Harpy's husband
SC walks up to the pharmacy pick up window with a prescription in her hand, which is understandable, as half the people do that anyway, so I'm not sensing anything off just yet. She hands me the Rx.
Me: Okay ma'am, I know we don't have [brand colonoscopy prep kit] in stock, but we have the generic.
SC: *getting all huffy* Well, I know for a fact that most generic drugs don't work as well as the brand, and I have to have brand anxiety medication because the generic is only half as effective! My husband got this same medication here six months ago for his colonoscopy!
I mentally roll my eyes, but I'm used to this by now and I let her have her little rant, which lasts a lot longer than I expected it to, as she repeated herself about five times. I ask for all of her information to find her file and get started on typing up the medication when I realize the Dr's name wasn't on the Rx and he hadn't dated it.
Me: *under my breath* Oh man... *to my pharmacist* Hey Rph... We have a bit of an issue here. There's no doc name or date, AND this is an Rx from [a very well known private company that does everything in house that is also well known for not responding to any outside entity within a reasonable time period, or at all].
Rph gives me a long suffering look and takes the Rx out of my hand and goes to talk to SC, I follow for moral support, knowing that there is no way this is going to go well.
Rph: Ma'am, I'm sorry but this isn't a valid prescription, we can't fill this for you without...
SC: *cuts her off, practically screaming* WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT A VALID PRESCRIPTION! MY HUSBAND GOT THIS SAME DRUG 6 MONTHS AGO FOR THE SAME THING! BLAH BLAH! *rages more*
Rph: MA'AM! We can't even tell who wrote this! AND it's not dated!
Sadly, at this point, the phone went nuts and I had to leave my pharmacist to deal with SC on her own. But I do catch these gems in between calls:
SC: DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT A COLONOSCOPY IS?
SC: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THE DOCTOR'S NAME?
SC: IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S A NARCOTIC OR ANYTHING!
When I finally get off the phone, Rph is about ready to flip her top at SC and I see SCH has arrived and is encouraging his little harpy to keep it up. Rph somehow manages to get away from them for a breather after SC stops screaming and starts crying about how she's not usually like this and she doesn't mean to be so mean. As Rph walks over to me to discuss what we're going to do, I hear:
SC: They won't give me my medication! They say the prescription's not right!
SCH: WHAT? It's not like it's a narcotic or anything!
SC: That's exactly what I said, but they won't listen!
I raise an eyebrow at Rph and she groans. We decide that we might as well try to contact the company, but SC calls us back over. I take the hit this time, because I'm afraid Rph will beat them to death with the register if she has to deal with this any longer.
SC: I'm going to call the Dr's office and find out why they sent me this supposedly not valid prescription. It's not like it's a narcotic or anything.
Me: *handing her back the Rx* That's the best plan, if we don't even know the doctor, there is nothing we can do. It's against the law to fill a prescription without certain information. *if she had been nice about it, I would have spent an hour and a half on the phone pulling teeth and finding that information or getting someone who could give a verbal to my pharmacist, but she forfeited that right long ago*
SC: Well, it's not like you couldn't do it if you wanted to. Politician's break the law all the time, they make their own laws! Why should anyone else follow the law.
Me: *takes a second to compose myself* I'm not a politician, ma'am, I'm a medical professional and we like to follow the law.
SC: *looks like her evil plot was foiled*
As they turned to walk away the old harpy had the audacity to "apologize" to the people waiting behind her:
SC: I'm so sorry for holding you up! I'm sure you're all thinking "won't that old bitch just shut up and move along?" Hahahaha
The two girls she said that to had slightly guilty looks when they walked up to the counter and I knew they had been thinking just that. Thank god they were nice and understood that I needed a minute to collect my brain off the walls.
Who in the world uses logic like that? If I didn't spend so much time reading on this site, I'd be a lot more shocked.
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