The Clean Freak

We have a patient that lives on the other side of the city. She sees a physician half way between our Goofmart and where she lives. For some unknown reason she has chosen our pharmacy to come get her monthly supply of Adderall, Oxycodone, and Amitza. There's probably 100 pharmacies between her physician and her home, but no, she decides to double her travel time and come to us. Medicaid pays for her meds and the taxi -- your tax dollars hard at work, folks!

She insists that we dispense the Amitza to her in the original, unopened bottle. We get odd requests all the time, but this time I couldn't help but ask her why that is important to her.

"Because I'm a clean freak," she responds.

This lady is definitely a freak. She looks like Priss from the movie Blade Runner with Harrison Ford, and is just as grungy. I would seriously doubt she's had a shower in at least two days and smells like it as well. Her finger tips are dirty, her hair is messy, and her handbag is covered with cat hair. The scripts she dropped off today are grungy as well. She doesn't strike me as any kind of "clean freak."

I'm not aware of Amitza being a drug of high value on the street, but perhaps she has found a market for it somewhere. She's quite fine with her Adderall and Oxycodone in amber vials, so this one is just a mystery. Oh well.