Friday, March 19, 2010
Well it is official, I have switched stores. I have moved from the 6th level of Hell to the 5th. I am pretty sure that is going the right direction. So far so good. I have filled on average about 20 less narcotics a day than I used to which could mean one of two things. Either there are less abusers in the area, or the abusers just can't afford the good stuff. I am leaning toward the second one, but either way, less for me to do. I did have a nice encounter with one of my new many Hispanic friends yesterday. It started off with her bitching that we shorted her husband pills because it was only the 16th of the month and he was all ready out of medication. When the bottle looks like it has been around since thalidomide scare, it is always a good idea to check the last fill date before proceeding. Upon close inspection, the last time the prescription was filled was on January 10th for a 30 day supply. When I told her this, and that he should have been out of the medication over a month ago, her only broken English response was that no one called to let them know he needed more and he has just been out of them. The only dumbfounded response I could come up with was to tell her the empty bottle is usually a good sign you need a refill. Dare I say that at this pace, people will not be able to take care of themselves within the next 10 years. I was this was an isolated incident, but it is not the first time I have had this conversation with a patient.