I'm still working on the sophomore year advice, I'm trying to decide what stories to tell now and what ones to save for their own posts... Anyway, here's a phone call from today.
-Doctor calls the pharmacy
"PDS Pharmacy, this is PDS."
"Hi did you get those scripts I faxed down for vicodin and Levaquin?"
"Well, what was the patient's name?"
"Yeah, I have them right here."
"Ok, well should I give Joe the hard copy?"
"Well, only if you want him to have 2 copies, but considering you're giving him vicodin, I bet you don't want that," I say in a slighty smart-ass tone.
It's at this point that I realize the doctor is either A) retarded B) drunk or C) retardedly drunk.
"Well since I have the prescription already you wouldn't want to give another script to him, because then he could get twice the amount that you prescribe for."
"OH, well what if he doesn't want to fill it at your pharmacy?"
"Well, we don't have to fill it, he could come pick it up from us, or you could tell us to destroy this copy and give him the hard copy, but why did you fax us if he didn't want to fill it here?"
"Well, he does, I just don't really understand this whole process."
Wow, you have got to be kidding me. I honestly never thought I'd have to deal with a doctor that didn't know how the prescription process worked. I mean, was there a class this "doctor" missed? I would never say that with my as yet unfinished schooling that I was smarter than a doctor, but...