Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Remeron is a Stupid Drug!!
Damn it! My error rate for the year just doubled today. I sent someone out with Remeron 30mg instead of Remeron 15mg. That drug is so easy to mess up because the quantity of 30 is often confused with the strength of 30. The good(?) thing is that I caught it right after the patient's case worker got out the door and got ahold of Steve H (RN) in time to stop it from getting to the patient, but I still look stupid.
The last time I fucked up was on a BLDC patient Why do I always mess them up? Steve et. al. have to think I'm a moron. Regardless, the difference between Remeron 15mg and Remeron 30mg is negligible both clinically and safety speaking. So it's not like a huge dangerous deal or anything, it just makes me look stupid, yet again. Why didn't I go to med school?
The last time I fucked up was on a BLDC patient Why do I always mess them up? Steve et. al. have to think I'm a moron. Regardless, the difference between Remeron 15mg and Remeron 30mg is negligible both clinically and safety speaking. So it's not like a huge dangerous deal or anything, it just makes me look stupid, yet again. Why didn't I go to med school?
Saturday, October 04, 2003
Dr. Seuss
I don't know who wrote this so I can't give them the credit they deserve. It's fantastic though!
Oh the things you can fill
For the folks who are ill.
With your bright shinny spatula
Oh, what a thrill.
Besmocked and bedecked out
In Pharmacist clothes
Knowing all of the things
That a Pharmacist Knows.
You're quick and efficient,
You're sharp and inventive,
It also just happens
You're anal rententive.
You read slips of paper
To get the specifics
From doctors who scribble out
Strange hieroglyphics.
Could it be Celebrex?
Or maybe Celexa
It might be a Z-Pak
Then it might be Zyprexa.
And you bill by computer
AWP
Minus 15 percent
Plus a buck twenty-three.
You fill and you bill
And you feel so dejected
'Cause half of your claims
Are being rejected.
So you pick up the phone
While computerized voices
Keep you waiting forever
Explaining the choices.
"Press 1 for directions,
Or maybe it's 2,
Push 'pound' for a message
It sucks to be you."
Then you pour at the pills
On your pill counting tray
And you count, and you count,
And you count pills all day.
And the customers gripe
And complain when you're fillin'
Could it be the whole world
Is on "Grouchacillin?"
"My pills are too big
And my co-pay's too high!
Take it four times a day?
I cannot comply!"
Then you scarf down your sandwich
In one single bite
Which if done in a restaurant
Would be impolite.
But a Doc's on line one
Mrs. Jones on line two
She has 500 pills
Will you cut them in two?
And the drug reps, they tap
On your counter, tap, tap,
To give you their spiel
Plus a load of free crap!
There's pens and there's post-its
There's free stuff galore
But the really cool clock's
For the doc who's next door.
Then ol' Mrs. Snifflemore
Gives you that smile
Any you know once again
That it's all been worthwhile.
So you hang up your smock,
And put down your free pen,
Tomorrow you'll do it
All over again.
Oh the things you will fill
For the folks who are ill.
With your bright shiny spatula
Oh, what a thrill.
Oh the things you can fill
For the folks who are ill.
With your bright shinny spatula
Oh, what a thrill.
Besmocked and bedecked out
In Pharmacist clothes
Knowing all of the things
That a Pharmacist Knows.
You're quick and efficient,
You're sharp and inventive,
It also just happens
You're anal rententive.
You read slips of paper
To get the specifics
From doctors who scribble out
Strange hieroglyphics.
Could it be Celebrex?
Or maybe Celexa
It might be a Z-Pak
Then it might be Zyprexa.
And you bill by computer
AWP
Minus 15 percent
Plus a buck twenty-three.
You fill and you bill
And you feel so dejected
'Cause half of your claims
Are being rejected.
So you pick up the phone
While computerized voices
Keep you waiting forever
Explaining the choices.
"Press 1 for directions,
Or maybe it's 2,
Push 'pound' for a message
It sucks to be you."
Then you pour at the pills
On your pill counting tray
And you count, and you count,
And you count pills all day.
And the customers gripe
And complain when you're fillin'
Could it be the whole world
Is on "Grouchacillin?"
"My pills are too big
And my co-pay's too high!
Take it four times a day?
I cannot comply!"
Then you scarf down your sandwich
In one single bite
Which if done in a restaurant
Would be impolite.
But a Doc's on line one
Mrs. Jones on line two
She has 500 pills
Will you cut them in two?
And the drug reps, they tap
On your counter, tap, tap,
To give you their spiel
Plus a load of free crap!
There's pens and there's post-its
There's free stuff galore
But the really cool clock's
For the doc who's next door.
Then ol' Mrs. Snifflemore
Gives you that smile
Any you know once again
That it's all been worthwhile.
So you hang up your smock,
And put down your free pen,
Tomorrow you'll do it
All over again.
Oh the things you will fill
For the folks who are ill.
With your bright shiny spatula
Oh, what a thrill.
