First day at the K-hole

So today was the first day back at the K-hole. I have to say I might have enjoyed it more than my CRAPPE – but then you’d ask if it was because: A) I was high B) It’s a system that I’m more familiar with or C) Dollar dollar bill y’all. The correct answers are B and C obviously. I almost forgot what it feels like to count 200 lortab after Skynet spoiled me for 4 weeks. I’m pretty sure that’s the pharmacy promised land – “and God said there shall be no counting of hydrocodone, and it was good”.

So have you ever opened a can of worms? Have you ever had a single problem turn into 50 bajillion? Today we got a prescription written in March for “Lorcet 5/500”. The grizzled vets in the crowd are giggling of course, because no such drug exists. Lortab is available in a 5/500. Nevermind the fact that this doctor is a pain management doctor and over half of what he writes is some form of hydrocodone – do you expect him to know the names of the most frequent drug he writes for or something? Oh, I’m being told that yes, a trained monkey with an Rx pad could do this correctly. Anyway, so routine traffic-stop type stuff – call the MD, tell him he had a brainfart, verify what he meant to write for (because this was actually a strength change no matter how you slice the cake), and then go back to counting by 5s, right? When I call on this, the receptionist realizes that they’ve written prescriptions since this one that we’ve never filled and never layed eyes on, and she’s apparently been moonlighting on the pain management quack with the suave GP across town and getting her lortab/lorcet there. UGH. This was supposed to be a routine traffic stop, but it turns into a drug bust. Can.of.worms. Do patients not think that daddy (the doctor) talks to mommy (the pharmacy)?

Today one of the techs asked a lady at the counter whose prescription she was waiting on. She just said “mine” and looked absent. *sigh*

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