HILARIOUS Blog! I found it last night at another forum. I definitely will be a little more patient with pharmacy technicians and pharmacists from now on.
"So Perdue, in an attempt to line its own pockets full of gold, have just shafted not the addicts (who just raise their prices when they sell this stuff) but the legit pain management patients. Thats right, chronic pain patients now have to deal with trade name copays instead of generic copays. Your grandfather have cancer? Perdue pretty much is saying "hm, that sucks, so sorry!" as they swim in their lakes of gold and snort their products off of the thighs of 17 year old Thai hookers with rolled up 100 dollar bills. Thats right, I went there."
"So why don't you go down a bottle or two of tylenol and chase it with a quart of vodka for good measure. Your basal metabolism is contributing to global warming, and there are slime molds who'd make better use of the oxygen you consume."
I do admit, I get impatient when the pharmacy doesn't have something I take. Perfect example is albuterol. Three times in a row, they had to order albuterol tablets. It's not some rare cancer drug... it's albuterol. Same pharmacy, twice in a row, gave me 30 levothyroxine tablets instead of 60 (two a day). I can understand a screw up now and then, and they of course made good on it, but I had to switch pharmacies. The irony is the day I switched, the new pharmacy had to order albuterol for me. Wamp wamp waaaaamp.
Oy vey. My dad just told me that his mother's brother (my grand uncle?) is a pharmacist (apparently didn't have what it took for med school), and I already knew his sister's husband (uncle via marriage) is a doctor, but I've never met the former if I can remember and the latter only saw me as a baby. I wonder if they'd write their long lost nephew letters of recommendation? I'm guessing not.