Prescriptions come enmasse to the pharmacy, especially a 24-hour store. Maybe its the CSI-inspiration, but I always like to play a little-bit of the detective with each slip of paper and doctor-scribed pharmaceutical mandate.
For example, 3 scripts for Epipens, some antihistamines, birth control, and every type of inhaler on the FastRack. Dad gets his Xanax (to deal with the kids) and mom needs her Buspar (to deal with them all). Should dogs get Prozac if they seem down, too? The American dream of an overprotective, middleclass, white suburbia.
What kind of hurt is there for a teenage age kid, not even in high school, on their 3rd year of antidepressants?
The whole family comes in for a C-2 checkup. All brand, by the way. Patient requested, too..."Because we don't do 'generic' [look of disgust]". And can't you just put a label on it and give it to me? The scenario pans out multiple times throughout the day...it makes me wonder what kind of profession I'm getting into.
The caregiver for someone on Medicaid comes in to get a pharmacy goody bag. It's a small bible of patient leaflets and a grocery bag of drugs. The caregiver actually wanted to come in through drive-thru, but the bag didn't fit in the bin. As they stiletto through the front-end of the store in their Prada, swinging their Gucchi purse, I wonder why the government has to help pay for their parent's medical care. Any solutions, Obama?
Drugs R Us. Maybe we should hand out shirts with pharmaceutical logos on the back. The advertising dollars may help defray medication prices.
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