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Friday, November 14, 2008

School Work Brings Back Memories

So, today I had to work, followed by a huge muscle exam for my Anatomy/Physiology class. As usual, when I work with a particular pharmacist, things always go haywire. There is never ever an exception to that fact. It seems like everytime I am there with him, something always go wrong. For those people that know little about what takes place in a pharmacy, here's a brief explanation. Many people have insurance, either for medical stuff like doctors and dentists, etc. Some have insurance just for medications. And tons of people have insurance that will cover everything from prescriptions to cosmetic surgery. Well, if there is a problem with the insursnce, meaning some numbers don't match, we have to call and see what the issue is. So today, the other technician that I work with was busy on the phone with an insurance issue trying to get a prior authorization done. This [prior authorization] means that the insurance won't cover the medication and the doctor has to call the insurance and tell them why the patient needs it. It literally takes forever, especially when some doctors just don't care and lolly gag around until the last minute. Anyway, back to the story. So this tech was on the phone and all the pharmacist kept saying was why she wasn't working. I got so pissed off. Then he got on my case, and I wasn't going to have that. Like I do when someone tries to control me, I just did my own thing. If he was just going to complain and say that we don't work, I was going to give him a reason to say so. Then after that, we had a ton of prescriptions for C2 drugs. These are drugs that are highly controlled, such as Adderall, Ritalin, Morphine, and Oxycontin. Well, after a pharmacist fills a prescription for one of these, they have to count to make sure what we have on hand is what the "Control" book says. When this pharmacist works, we are always off on our count. He will then make mention of it, and have either I or the other technician count the pills to make sure that he didn't make a mistake. When the count comes out the same as he came up with, the entire pharmacy literally gets searched. He looks under the cabinets, in the trash cans, everywhere. It's just ridiculous and it wastes so much freakin' time. Oh well. I know that I won't be like that after I get my pharmacy degree.
When I got off, I went to my husband's IBC class. He's part of Necktopia. That's the 100% pure silk tie company. I would recommend buying one or a few. There are some pretty nice looking ties. Anyway, after his class, I had to run over to the Benson and take my test. Part of the test consisted of naming some muscles from a cadaver. The smell wasn't that bad, but at the end, I started to get a little light headed. As I was leaving, I was thinking about my grandfather. I guess some memories just never fade. I was thinking of him yesterday as well as I was eating some chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. I don't know what came over me but I just started bawling. He passed away on July 15 of this year. I guess it sucks because I last saw him alive in April and he was doing so well. I had talked to him on the phone not even a week before he died. I remember him telling me that he was so excited to see me in just a couple more weeks. I was looking forward to seeing him too. Then BAM! One night I get a call from my parents telling me that he had suffered a heart attack while doing dialysis. I couldn't believe it. The next night I got a call saying that his condition was getting worse and that they would be pulling the plug. I just couldn't help but bawl. He was my closest grandfather, and the only one I really ever knew. And I was his little penelope. My grandmother was next to him and when she asked him questions, he would grip her hand. I could just feel for her and what pain she must be going through knowing that her husband of over 50 years was going to be in heaven soon. His death has caused a lot of animosity within the family. My aunt is primarily the one to blame and I sure have let her know. So much has been bottled up inside me and I think this blog is where I will be doing a lot of my venting. Sorry for those of you that will be reading it a lot.