Well, another day down, and some more stuff to give here.
Today was slow as hell at work. We filled 75 scripts between 8:30AM and 8:00PM.
About the only fun things going on what the constant arugment the other tech, and an elderly woman about Zoloft. First, she didn't want to pay what her insurance was going to charge her. Then, the line of the day from her friend, "Essie, this is your stomach medicine." Since when is Zoloft, an anti-depressant, used for your STOMACH!?!?
The only other high light was a guy coming in with a script for Oxycodone, 80 of them. He said he burned his hand....in actuality, it looked like he colored it with a marker, it looked so totally bogus.
Then of course was the way home, down at the Rose Quarter, waiting for the #5 Interstate, some homeless guy came up to me, and complimented me on my shirt (my Slipknot shirt that I just bought today). Then he claims he's seen me walking downtown Portland...uh, dude....I WORK IN NE PORTLAND, I AM NEVER IN DOWNTOWN.
So many people, so many stories, so little time.
Today was slow as hell at work. We filled 75 scripts between 8:30AM and 8:00PM.
About the only fun things going on what the constant arugment the other tech, and an elderly woman about Zoloft. First, she didn't want to pay what her insurance was going to charge her. Then, the line of the day from her friend, "Essie, this is your stomach medicine." Since when is Zoloft, an anti-depressant, used for your STOMACH!?!?
The only other high light was a guy coming in with a script for Oxycodone, 80 of them. He said he burned his hand....in actuality, it looked like he colored it with a marker, it looked so totally bogus.
Then of course was the way home, down at the Rose Quarter, waiting for the #5 Interstate, some homeless guy came up to me, and complimented me on my shirt (my Slipknot shirt that I just bought today). Then he claims he's seen me walking downtown Portland...uh, dude....I WORK IN NE PORTLAND, I AM NEVER IN DOWNTOWN.
So many people, so many stories, so little time.