I hate the pharmacy. Every time I go, unless I deal with the sweet little old Jamaican woman behind the counter, I have to go through almost two hours or the most amazing bullshit ever produced by a pharmacy technician.
Today this asshole had me in tears, because I had been standing at the desk for almost an hour trying to get the same insulin refill I always get and he was convinced that my doctor was trying to get them sued for insurance fraud because there was no number in the daily dosage instructions.
For f*ck's sake. I realize that these guys have to do some training for the position of pharmacy techician, but whose opinion am I going to value more about the proper notation of my dosage, someone who graduated summa cum laude from medical school and was and NIH fellow in endocrinology or someone who works at CVS for minimum wage and graduated from an online correspondence course? (If you think I jest, then just search Google for pharmacy tech training) My cat could pass that test.
The man WOULD NOT give me my insulin, for God's sake. Finally I had to call the pharmacist over, who is a friend of mine due to how often I'm in the store. It was really gratifying to hear him ask this idiot, "Were you born yesterday? It's INSULIN. It's variable. Get out of the way."
GOd bless that man. I'm going to find out the dispensing guidelines for insulin and take them back over there and shove them up that guy's nose, I swear.
