I have nothing to say. This is not very unusual lately.

Oct 19, 2010 20:47


And since I have nothing really to say,

I stopped doing the 30 Days of Music meme. I predicted that it would end up rehashing the same music throughout the month, and decided that there was no reason to subject my 15 loyal readers to that for another 3 weeks. If I find some music that I
enough to share, I’ll do it.

We narrowed the list of potential first dance songs for Wedding 2.0 down to two songs over the weekend. One is fun and quirky an nontraditional, the other is slow and romantic and lovey. I was pondering things yesterday and decided to add a few back to the list and hand the job of choosing over to ','caption', 'My fantastic husband' );">Eddie, since he has had a lot less input in things than I have. He did pick out new rings for us, which I’m probably going to buy this weekend.

My training for THE BIG RUN is failing dismally. I’m running more often than usual, but I’m doing it on the treadmill rather than outdoors like I probably should be. My longest run to date is 6.2 miles, a little less than half of what I’ll be trying to do on December 5th. I’m going to try to add one long run every weekend, and add one mile to that run every week up until the week of the race. Now I just need to hope that the weather holds off on being shit-tastic until after I get back, otherwise it’s going to suck royally running outside, and I really, really don’t want to be running anything more than 6-7 miles at a time on the treadmill.

NewTech is driving me crazy with her stupidity. Today we had a prescription that was for 180 tablets of some drug, and the directions were 1.5 tablets four times a day. She couldn’t figure out how long this script was supposed to last the patient. Last Friday, she gave directions to one of our other stores by using a porn shop as a landmark, which wouldn’t be so awful if it wasn’t one of our older patients, and if the store wasn’t in a big plaza with other stores that she could have referenced.

Yesterday, we had a repeat performance from this guy, with a brilliant display of both desperation and Bizarro World Math. He and his wife brought in a script for his medication that was written for 90 tablets, with directions that plainly state (as they have for the last four months now) that he is to take one tablet three times daily. In his Bizarro World, in this case the math works out to a 20 day supply. OtherRPh explained that the script was 10 days early and that he couldn’t have it.

Patient’s Wife: But it’s a 20 day supply!
OtherRPh: He’s supposed to take one tablet three times a day. That makes it a 30 day supply, just like the last one, and the one before that.
Wife: It’s supposed to be a twenty day supply though!
OtherRPh: If that’s the case, then his doctor needs to write it out with directions that make it only last twenty days.
Wife: *storms out with the rx, not pleased that we’ve written “TOO SOON TO FILL” on it*
Wife: *storms in 2 minutes later waving the rx* I know what the problem is. The doctor didn’t write on the paper that it was supposed to only last twenty days.
OtherRPh: No, the doctor needs to write directions that will make it only last twenty days if that’s what he wants to do. We’ll see you in ten days.

This afternoon, I had an old woman call and ask about her eye drops and whether or not we had filled them. I told her that they were ready to be picked up. 10 minutes later she called again, got me again, and asked me if the medication was ready to be picked up. I once again informed that yes, the eye drops were ready to be picked up whenever she wanted them.

Woman: And I can come get them tonight?
Me: Yes, they’re ready and waiting for you.
Woman: Can you tell me how much they are?
Me: $175.02
Woman: *repeating me* One-seventy-five-oh-two?
Me: Yes, $175.02. One hundred seventy-five dollars and two cents.
Woman: I don’t understand! What does that mean?!?

I was going to run tonight, but I had to put the order away this afternoon, and it really messes with my back and hip for the rest of the night. I’ll run tomorrow morning though.

running, work, life

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