Tuesday, February 22, 2005
There are days I really wish I had a cutlass and an eye patch so that I could run down the hall spearing patients at will.
Today has been one such day. I had a new patient, very sweet woman with a multitude of medical problems, come in to the office. Among her other requests was a list of medication refills. She takes fifteen medications. Fifteen.
I sent her down the hall for an X-ray and lab tests while I wrote all fifteen prescriptions. When she got back, before she left, she looked at the prescriptions and looked puzzled.
"Are these all for three months?" (Mail-order prescriptions are written in ninety-day quantities.)
"No, these are regular prescriptions that you take to the pharmacy."
"No, no, I use mail order." (Needless to say, she said nothing about mail order when she handed me her list.)
I really really really wished I had a cutlass at that point. I settled for telling her that I was sorry, but I had no time to rewrite her prescriptions just then. Arrr.