No one likes to wait for prescriptions. No one.
It would just be so nice if it was an instantaneous process like on the TV show "House." It's not, though. It actually takes time to fill a prescription. Want to know why? See: LINK.
But suppose you want to wait longer for your prescription because you're weird or stupid or just have no clue. Here's some definite, absolute, and sure-fire ways to ensure that it takes longer to get your prescription filled:
* Stop by the pharmacy right after you've left the physician's office and ask about it.
* Pack up your prescription bottles and take them to the pharmacy and ask the pharmacist or tech to refill all of them.
* Waiting for the doctor to authorize a refill? Call the pharmacy several times a day to ask if it's ready. If they don't answer the phone right away, keep calling back until they do.
* Never use the automated system. Push ZERO to get ahold of a pharmacy associate right away. He or she isn't doing anything and is just sitting there waiting for your call.
* Thinking about ordering a refill a few days before you run out of your medication? NO! Wait until you're completely out of your medication THEN ask for more!
* Never call the pharmacy on the weekend when they're slower. What are you thinking? Wait until Monday morning when the pharmacy is hopping like mad!
* Wait until you've picked up a current prescription and paid for it and THEN ask to have another one filled! This works every time!
* When the pharmacist or technician tells you it will be twenty minutes to fill your prescription, stop by in ten minutes and ask about it, drawing them away from the filling process to answer your question.
* When you call to ask if a prescription is ready, wait for the pharmacist to go see if it is ready, and if it is, THEN ask how much it costs so he or she can go back to the shelf again and check on that. THEN when you find out the price, ask one more time, "So I can pick it up now?"
* Insult the pharmacist or technician. This instantly adds time to the filling process by a factor of five.
* Stand out there in the aisle and stare at the pharmacists and technicians.
* You have several prescriptions to drop off? Use a different GoodRx code for each prescription. This will add oodles of time to the filling process and save you a whopping $2 or $3 on all of them!
There! By following these simple ideas, you can add a lot of extra time to filling your prescription. What works for you? Comment below!
Tuesday, October 30, 2018
Monday, October 22, 2018
Impressive Technology at the Goofmart
This is corporate's latest and greatest idea, which if it is like most things it has been available at our competitor's pharmacy for several years now.
Patients use an app on their phone to take a snapshot of their medication bottle which is faxed to the Goofmart Pharmacy so that we can refill it for them.
This is what we see on our end.
This approach might need a little tweaking.
Saturday, October 20, 2018
Monday, October 15, 2018
Stick a Fork in Me, I'm Done
So this lady brings in her two twin boys for flu shots. Why me? Because they’re busy at the two competitors close by and she doesn’t want to wait until tomorrow because she says her boys are mentally “all prepped.”
First we have the usual insurance “twin” problem. I get mom and one kid processed. It’s 6pm now and the last tech has to go. We know corporate will have an absolute cow if he clocks out past eight hours, so I send him off know that I'm in for it.
So I prepare three syringes with a silent prayer in my heart.
Mom wants to do her shot first to show the boys it’s no big deal. They’re like monkeys at the zoo with feces flying everywhere. Grandma is watching one jumping on a chair in the waiting room. The other refuses to watch and slams the door to the flu shot room shut. So much for all that "mental preparation."
I do her flu shot. Then she grabs the first kid. He won’t hold still or list to reason and she has a hard time holding him down. He made a big deal out of nothing and then forced out tears just to be a brat.
Then they get the brother who sees his twin crying and he starts throwing a screaming fit. And of course he’s wearing a long sleeve shirt. Honestly, why do people not understand that this is a barrier to getting a flu shot?
Twin two is screaming and blubbering and whining like a total brat. Finally I grab his arm to do it. Then the little brat tries to bite me. Yes, he tried to bite me. His mother held his mouth with one hand and his torso with the other.
Somehow I get the flu shot administered.
It didn’t bleed but he’s screaming so loud I have to yell to explain he doesn’t need a band aid. Then grandma yells back at me, "Give him a damn band aid!" So I put one on his arm. You'd think maybe he'd calm down? No. He starts screaming louder.
I'm seriously done with the flu shot crap.
First we have the usual insurance “twin” problem. I get mom and one kid processed. It’s 6pm now and the last tech has to go. We know corporate will have an absolute cow if he clocks out past eight hours, so I send him off know that I'm in for it.
So I prepare three syringes with a silent prayer in my heart.
Mom wants to do her shot first to show the boys it’s no big deal. They’re like monkeys at the zoo with feces flying everywhere. Grandma is watching one jumping on a chair in the waiting room. The other refuses to watch and slams the door to the flu shot room shut. So much for all that "mental preparation."
I do her flu shot. Then she grabs the first kid. He won’t hold still or list to reason and she has a hard time holding him down. He made a big deal out of nothing and then forced out tears just to be a brat.
Then they get the brother who sees his twin crying and he starts throwing a screaming fit. And of course he’s wearing a long sleeve shirt. Honestly, why do people not understand that this is a barrier to getting a flu shot?
Twin two is screaming and blubbering and whining like a total brat. Finally I grab his arm to do it. Then the little brat tries to bite me. Yes, he tried to bite me. His mother held his mouth with one hand and his torso with the other.
Somehow I get the flu shot administered.
It didn’t bleed but he’s screaming so loud I have to yell to explain he doesn’t need a band aid. Then grandma yells back at me, "Give him a damn band aid!" So I put one on his arm. You'd think maybe he'd calm down? No. He starts screaming louder.
I'm seriously done with the flu shot crap.
Tuesday, October 9, 2018
Miss Loosey Needed More Plan B
Another round of Plan B for Miss Loosey, my local celebrity-wannabe that came rushing into the pharmacy the other night.
"Put it on my insurance," she said.
Side note: Do we really have to call Medicaid plans "insurance" anymore? The word insurance implies that it's something a person pays for to keep from having larger costs later. Medicaid is free to those who have it. I really detest calling it "insurance." I pay for my insurance. Medicaid patients are hosted by the Taxpayers.
"Do you have a prescription for it?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"No. Can't you prescribe it to me?"
"Not in this state," I said. I really have no idea if pharmacists can prescribe it anywhere else, but I'm sure that's coming some day.
"Healthcare is a RIGHT," she lectures me. "I shouldn't have to pay for this."
"Healthcare is a commodity," I reply, knowing full well she has no idea what I just said. Life, liberty, the Pursuit of Happiness, and Healthcare? One of these things is not like the others... the Sesame Street song starts rolling in my head.
Miss Loosey pays for the Plan B and asks me to open the package for her. She intends to take it right there right now. I tell her she can just take it at home. The extra time won't matter that much.
"You know I can't take this home. My husband would see."
I open the package. She quickly swallows the tablet.
"By the way, condoms are on aisle five, in case you wanted to get some on your way out."
She rolls her eyes. "Ha ha ha," she says, sarcastically.
"Put it on my insurance," she said.
Side note: Do we really have to call Medicaid plans "insurance" anymore? The word insurance implies that it's something a person pays for to keep from having larger costs later. Medicaid is free to those who have it. I really detest calling it "insurance." I pay for my insurance. Medicaid patients are hosted by the Taxpayers.
"Do you have a prescription for it?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"No. Can't you prescribe it to me?"
"Not in this state," I said. I really have no idea if pharmacists can prescribe it anywhere else, but I'm sure that's coming some day.
"Healthcare is a RIGHT," she lectures me. "I shouldn't have to pay for this."
"Healthcare is a commodity," I reply, knowing full well she has no idea what I just said. Life, liberty, the Pursuit of Happiness, and Healthcare? One of these things is not like the others... the Sesame Street song starts rolling in my head.
Miss Loosey pays for the Plan B and asks me to open the package for her. She intends to take it right there right now. I tell her she can just take it at home. The extra time won't matter that much.
"You know I can't take this home. My husband would see."
I open the package. She quickly swallows the tablet.
"By the way, condoms are on aisle five, in case you wanted to get some on your way out."
She rolls her eyes. "Ha ha ha," she says, sarcastically.
Monday, October 8, 2018
More Reasons to Love your Local Pharmacist
My eagle eye quickly caught this error and prevented this prescription for 900 tablets getting filled:
Just like Pedro in Napoleon Dynamite knows how many nipples a normal cow should have, I'm damn smart too. I quickly remembered that most women have merely ONE vagina and filled this prescription with that knowledge:
On this prescription, I stopped the filling process right away. Imitrex doesn't go in the ear! There's no way that would help! I contacted the prescriber immediately to question this prescription:
Thank your local pharmacist. We prevent hard-to-catch errors like these and much, much more!
Sunday, October 7, 2018
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