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Pheeble-minded Pharmacy Assistant
It's been way more than 6 months, so I'll make my come back with a short one. I'm still very busy!
One afternoon, a woman comes into the pharmacy and hands the assistant a prescription. "I'd like the genetic brand please," She stated.
Now, if you know what the word 'genetic' means, you'll know that it has very little to do with medicine:
GENETIC: of or relating to genetics, genes, or the origin of something
GENE: A segment of DNA, occupying a specific place on a chromosome, that is the basic unit of heredity.
What her intended word was, although she didn't know it, is the word, generic.
GENERIC: 1. applicable or referring to a whole class or group; general
3. denoting the nonproprietary name of a drug, food product, etc.
Hearing the word 'genetic' being used instead of the word 'generic' is a daily occurrence in the pharmacy, so the pharmacy assistant and I just carried on our business, understanding what the lady meant.
Once the prescription was finished, I counselled the lady as usual, and upon finishing she said, "I'd like to give you my resume as I'm looking for a job in pharmacy."
My reply, "ah, yeah ok."
As she left the pharmacy, her resume was filed into the 'out' tray (the bin).
One afternoon, a woman comes into the pharmacy and hands the assistant a prescription. "I'd like the genetic brand please," She stated.
Now, if you know what the word 'genetic' means, you'll know that it has very little to do with medicine:
GENETIC: of or relating to genetics, genes, or the origin of something
GENE: A segment of DNA, occupying a specific place on a chromosome, that is the basic unit of heredity.
What her intended word was, although she didn't know it, is the word, generic.
GENERIC: 1. applicable or referring to a whole class or group; general
3. denoting the nonproprietary name of a drug, food product, etc.
Hearing the word 'genetic' being used instead of the word 'generic' is a daily occurrence in the pharmacy, so the pharmacy assistant and I just carried on our business, understanding what the lady meant.
Once the prescription was finished, I counselled the lady as usual, and upon finishing she said, "I'd like to give you my resume as I'm looking for a job in pharmacy."
My reply, "ah, yeah ok."
As she left the pharmacy, her resume was filed into the 'out' tray (the bin).
Phoxy Photos
Back in the glory years of pharmacy, before the digital age, there used to be this service called photo processing. For those that don't remember, it involved dropping off 35mm film from a camera then sending it to a company who processed the photos and returned it the following day. Rarely, the pharmacy had its own processing lab and could have the photos processed in an hour. That was like 5 years ago...
I was lucky enough to work in a pharmacy that actually had one of those processing labs. Often, one of the assistants that was trained to process photos would bring someone's unusual photo to the dispensary and show the staff - and we would laugh! Boy did we laugh sometimes... good times.
On one occasion, an assistant brought over another unusual photo to the dispensary and said to us, "This is how I like to watch TV!"
On display was an overweight, blonde sheila sitting on a couch - not unusual so far, I mean, that's where you see a lot of overweight people sitting. The unusual thing was... She was completely NEKKED!!! (That's 'naked' for those that don't know how to spell cool on the internet - because I'm hip).
Imagine pale white skin, some of it red and chafed, rolls of fat (definitely not p.h. phat - that's a cool way of saying 'fat' ;)), droopy boobs and Allota Fagina! (Not the character from Austin Powers - See Alotta Fagina).
Gross!
So for that, the customer that had those photos processed were charged a dishonour fee. I think it was around $10... but only after we laughed at the photo first.
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In a different time, at another pharmacy that had film sent off to a central location to be processed, one of the male pharmacy students was a little bit... horny, so to speak.
What seemed to be a fairly regular occurrence, attractive women would drop off film to process. Each time he would attempt to chat the girls up. He would fail, but he would mark their processing envelope so he would remember which one was theirs when they returned.
On one occasion, he accepted film from a woman he described as, 'Saucy.' He had a feeling she would be the dirty type so he couldn't resist, when her photos were returned, to carefully, ever so carefully, open the tape holding the envelope closed with a razor blade. On inspection of the photos, there was nothing special, a few people in a group photo at a house, party perhaps. Flicking through, oh there's a dog, picture of food, until...
He found something! On one of the occasions the camera was used, there was another party. The girl he failed at picking up at the pharmacy counter was in it with two of her girlfriends dressed, in what could only be described as, 'slutty attire.' SCORE!!
But wait, there's more! As he scrolled through the photos, an object started to be incorporated into their poses... a banana! Now if you are a dirty little pharmacist like me, you can imagine the banana was being put in people's mouths, held at backsides in a provocative manner - and it was! LEVEL UP!
Unfortunately, the photos with the phallic object ended, and so did the sluttiness. Wait, did I say 'unfortunately?' I meant, 'Thank god,' because I'm professional.
The horny student, after having his fix, replaced the sticky tape so the photos looked like they were never tampered with, because that is wrong! And the attractive woman had no idea. End story.
Aren't you glad your photos are digital now and you don't have to print them to view them? Just don't put them online, or have you computer hacked, etc.
*Disclaimer: I don't condone the viewing of other peoples personal items without permission, but from what I hear, it happens every day. This is no excuse for what these staff members did and I urge all pharmacists to be professional. This story shows you what could happen, or has already happened to you, so be careful with your belongings.
I was lucky enough to work in a pharmacy that actually had one of those processing labs. Often, one of the assistants that was trained to process photos would bring someone's unusual photo to the dispensary and show the staff - and we would laugh! Boy did we laugh sometimes... good times.
On one occasion, an assistant brought over another unusual photo to the dispensary and said to us, "This is how I like to watch TV!"
On display was an overweight, blonde sheila sitting on a couch - not unusual so far, I mean, that's where you see a lot of overweight people sitting. The unusual thing was... She was completely NEKKED!!! (That's 'naked' for those that don't know how to spell cool on the internet - because I'm hip).
Imagine pale white skin, some of it red and chafed, rolls of fat (definitely not p.h. phat - that's a cool way of saying 'fat' ;)), droopy boobs and Allota Fagina! (Not the character from Austin Powers - See Alotta Fagina).
Gross!
So for that, the customer that had those photos processed were charged a dishonour fee. I think it was around $10... but only after we laughed at the photo first.
---
In a different time, at another pharmacy that had film sent off to a central location to be processed, one of the male pharmacy students was a little bit... horny, so to speak.
What seemed to be a fairly regular occurrence, attractive women would drop off film to process. Each time he would attempt to chat the girls up. He would fail, but he would mark their processing envelope so he would remember which one was theirs when they returned.
On one occasion, he accepted film from a woman he described as, 'Saucy.' He had a feeling she would be the dirty type so he couldn't resist, when her photos were returned, to carefully, ever so carefully, open the tape holding the envelope closed with a razor blade. On inspection of the photos, there was nothing special, a few people in a group photo at a house, party perhaps. Flicking through, oh there's a dog, picture of food, until...
He found something! On one of the occasions the camera was used, there was another party. The girl he failed at picking up at the pharmacy counter was in it with two of her girlfriends dressed, in what could only be described as, 'slutty attire.' SCORE!!
But wait, there's more! As he scrolled through the photos, an object started to be incorporated into their poses... a banana! Now if you are a dirty little pharmacist like me, you can imagine the banana was being put in people's mouths, held at backsides in a provocative manner - and it was! LEVEL UP!
Unfortunately, the photos with the phallic object ended, and so did the sluttiness. Wait, did I say 'unfortunately?' I meant, 'Thank god,' because I'm professional.
The horny student, after having his fix, replaced the sticky tape so the photos looked like they were never tampered with, because that is wrong! And the attractive woman had no idea. End story.
Aren't you glad your photos are digital now and you don't have to print them to view them? Just don't put them online, or have you computer hacked, etc.
*Disclaimer: I don't condone the viewing of other peoples personal items without permission, but from what I hear, it happens every day. This is no excuse for what these staff members did and I urge all pharmacists to be professional. This story shows you what could happen, or has already happened to you, so be careful with your belongings.
Phuk Yeah!
Was just checking some background stuff to do with this blog and accidentally discovered I made someone's top 50 list!
Check it here: Pharmacy technician certification - 50 Best Blogs About Pharmaceuticals
It's somewhere near the bottom... but that's not a bad thing! Pity I didn't make the top 5 though. Might have to whore myself out a bit harder next time... hehe.
And here I thought only 3 people read this blog. Four if you include me!!
Check it here: Pharmacy technician certification - 50 Best Blogs About Pharmaceuticals
It's somewhere near the bottom... but that's not a bad thing! Pity I didn't make the top 5 though. Might have to whore myself out a bit harder next time... hehe.
And here I thought only 3 people read this blog. Four if you include me!!
Phalling Anatomy
While working in a pharmacy, you get to meet a lot of children, some cute, some loud, some messy, some ugly (have you ever seen a really ugly baby and then said to the mother, ‘oh how adorable’?), but I’ll be honest, mostly cute. And I’m saying that because I only have to see them for five to ten minutes at a time. Once they’ve finished being cute in my presence they can go back to their parents and have runny diarrhoea for all I care! I usually only get to see their good side.
So one day, a grandma and grandpa come in to get their prescriptions with their cute little blonde grandson in tow – probably around 2-3 years old. He walks all over the pharmacy asking, “What’s that poppy?”
Grandma and Grandpa are obviously a tad bit annoyed, but I’m finding it cute. My assistant notices that Grandma & Pa don’t want to be chasing him all over the shop, so offers the young lad some stickers one of the pharmaceutical reps left to promote one of their over the counter antihistamines (Yes, promoting to children is slightly dishonest, but it works).
Grandpa and the toddler start putting stickers all over the toddler’s arms, and he stops being so annoying.
I finish the grandparent’s scripts and process the sale through the till. They begin to leave and tell the young one to wave goodbye. Instead he says, “My dick fell off!”
Yes, it definitely sounded like he said his dick fell off! Grandpa immediately asks, “What did you say?”
We all see the boy reaching on the floor for one of his stickers, “Oh, your sticker fell off,” Grandpa said, “That’s ok then. C’mon then, hurry up, Grandma’s waiting.”
See, kids are cute! But only in small doses. You can tell I'm not a parent...
yet...
So one day, a grandma and grandpa come in to get their prescriptions with their cute little blonde grandson in tow – probably around 2-3 years old. He walks all over the pharmacy asking, “What’s that poppy?”
Grandma and Grandpa are obviously a tad bit annoyed, but I’m finding it cute. My assistant notices that Grandma & Pa don’t want to be chasing him all over the shop, so offers the young lad some stickers one of the pharmaceutical reps left to promote one of their over the counter antihistamines (Yes, promoting to children is slightly dishonest, but it works).
Grandpa and the toddler start putting stickers all over the toddler’s arms, and he stops being so annoying.
I finish the grandparent’s scripts and process the sale through the till. They begin to leave and tell the young one to wave goodbye. Instead he says, “My dick fell off!”
Yes, it definitely sounded like he said his dick fell off! Grandpa immediately asks, “What did you say?”
We all see the boy reaching on the floor for one of his stickers, “Oh, your sticker fell off,” Grandpa said, “That’s ok then. C’mon then, hurry up, Grandma’s waiting.”
See, kids are cute! But only in small doses. You can tell I'm not a parent...
yet...
When I’m at a Conpherence, everything has to be Phree!
A long time ago, in a Pharmacy Conference far, far away, when I had just graduated as a pharmacist, I went around trying to grab everything I could that was free - as you do at those sorts of things. It’s what they are there for, not for learning anything and certainly not for buying anything!
I got a few free magnets, coffee mugs, heaps and heaps of pens, samples of all sorts of creams and lotions (no, there were no samples of Viagra – it probably wasn’t even around then…), had my bone density tested for free, and it was extremely good for my age… well, back then it was. I even got to taste test some wine! Why taste testing of wine was at a pharmacy conference I’ll never know, but hell, who cares! It was FREE!
As I was driving, and didn’t really like the taste of 'something, something' brand of wine years ago – being young I was into shooters, spirits, pre-mixed drinks and boutique beer – I decided to use the spit bucket they had provided. I tried the first wine. Ew, yuck, spit. Tried the second wine. Not too bad, spit.
I met up with a friend at the time; they tried the first wine after I had finished tasting both. Their face distorted in a relatively, disgusted manner, so I offered them the spit bucket, “Here, that’s the spit bucket.”
The lady organising the wine tasting said, “No, don’t spit in there!”
Too late, my friend had already emptied the cheap wine they were making us taste… for free, into the bucket.
“No, that’s for people to put their business cards in and win a free case of wine!” She continued.
“Oops. Sorry. Didn’t realise. Where’s your spit bucket then?” I said apologetically.
“We don’t have one!” She said as she began ‘saving’ the business cards, shaking them in the air to dry off.
“Well that’s a bit stupid then, isn’t it?” I retorted and walked away.
Just between you and me, I close my eyes when I spit… That’s why I never noticed the business cards! ;)
I got a few free magnets, coffee mugs, heaps and heaps of pens, samples of all sorts of creams and lotions (no, there were no samples of Viagra – it probably wasn’t even around then…), had my bone density tested for free, and it was extremely good for my age… well, back then it was. I even got to taste test some wine! Why taste testing of wine was at a pharmacy conference I’ll never know, but hell, who cares! It was FREE!
As I was driving, and didn’t really like the taste of 'something, something' brand of wine years ago – being young I was into shooters, spirits, pre-mixed drinks and boutique beer – I decided to use the spit bucket they had provided. I tried the first wine. Ew, yuck, spit. Tried the second wine. Not too bad, spit.
I met up with a friend at the time; they tried the first wine after I had finished tasting both. Their face distorted in a relatively, disgusted manner, so I offered them the spit bucket, “Here, that’s the spit bucket.”
The lady organising the wine tasting said, “No, don’t spit in there!”
Too late, my friend had already emptied the cheap wine they were making us taste… for free, into the bucket.
“No, that’s for people to put their business cards in and win a free case of wine!” She continued.
“Oops. Sorry. Didn’t realise. Where’s your spit bucket then?” I said apologetically.
“We don’t have one!” She said as she began ‘saving’ the business cards, shaking them in the air to dry off.
“Well that’s a bit stupid then, isn’t it?” I retorted and walked away.
Just between you and me, I close my eyes when I spit… That’s why I never noticed the business cards! ;)
Surprise! Phluids!
Oh man! It's been, like, 10 years since I posted anything!
I could write about why I've had no time to write recently, but I don't care. I mean, you don't care... (I still don't care).
So here's the latest addition:
One afternoon, a mother came in with her two young toddlers, the youngest a boy, the other a girl. She asked me if we had any nappies. “Of course,” I said and showed her to the baby section.
After selecting a convenience size pack of nappies for her son, she then asked me if we kept napisan, to which I replied, “Of course.”
She then explained that her son had pooped in the car and wasn’t wearing a nappy, the one time she thought she could get away without him wearing a nappy. She was going straight home after this to clean the car, and his pants, in napisan. She then asked me, “Do you have a toilet where I can clean him up a bit and change him?”
To which I replied, “Of course!”
I gave her the key to the toilet and a few minutes later she emerged to return it then asked, “Oh, do you have vomit bags by any chance?”
To which I replied, “ah, no… sorry.” (c’mon! we can’t keep everything!).
“Oh that’s ok, I was just hoping to keep one in the car. My daughter vomited in the car park from the smell of the poo, thankfully not in the car. Just wanted one in case it happens again and then I wont have to clean two messes.”
“Well you can take a plastic bag for now?” I offered.
“It’s ok, I only need to drive a short distance home now,” she gathered her kids then muttered, “Sigh… children, always full of surprises.”
“And poo,” I thought to myself.
“Oh, and also vomit… actually, lets just say bodily fluids,” Still thinking to myself.
I could write about why I've had no time to write recently, but I don't care. I mean, you don't care... (I still don't care).
So here's the latest addition:
One afternoon, a mother came in with her two young toddlers, the youngest a boy, the other a girl. She asked me if we had any nappies. “Of course,” I said and showed her to the baby section.
After selecting a convenience size pack of nappies for her son, she then asked me if we kept napisan, to which I replied, “Of course.”
She then explained that her son had pooped in the car and wasn’t wearing a nappy, the one time she thought she could get away without him wearing a nappy. She was going straight home after this to clean the car, and his pants, in napisan. She then asked me, “Do you have a toilet where I can clean him up a bit and change him?”
To which I replied, “Of course!”
I gave her the key to the toilet and a few minutes later she emerged to return it then asked, “Oh, do you have vomit bags by any chance?”
To which I replied, “ah, no… sorry.” (c’mon! we can’t keep everything!).
“Oh that’s ok, I was just hoping to keep one in the car. My daughter vomited in the car park from the smell of the poo, thankfully not in the car. Just wanted one in case it happens again and then I wont have to clean two messes.”
“Well you can take a plastic bag for now?” I offered.
“It’s ok, I only need to drive a short distance home now,” she gathered her kids then muttered, “Sigh… children, always full of surprises.”
“And poo,” I thought to myself.
“Oh, and also vomit… actually, lets just say bodily fluids,” Still thinking to myself.
Pharmacist Phail
I've been so busy lately I've had no time to write anything! Very sorry, not that anyone really noticed... I'm the pharmacist who phailed...
Anyway, here's a short one for you:
A lady walks into the pharmacy and says to the pharmacy student, "I want a spray or something to numb the pain in my ear from this ear piercing I got yesterday. It's really sore!"
"Oh yeah, well, I don't really have anything. But, hang on, you could try this! Stud 100 spray! It' a local anaesthetic spray so can numb the pain!"
"Really? That sounds good!"
The pharmacist, who overheard the interaction, then steps in, "No! That spray's for premature ejaculation! You can't use it on your ear!!"
For another of my stories on this famous (possibly infamous) local anaesthetic spray, click here: Stud 100.
Anyway, here's a short one for you:
A lady walks into the pharmacy and says to the pharmacy student, "I want a spray or something to numb the pain in my ear from this ear piercing I got yesterday. It's really sore!"
"Oh yeah, well, I don't really have anything. But, hang on, you could try this! Stud 100 spray! It' a local anaesthetic spray so can numb the pain!"
"Really? That sounds good!"
The pharmacist, who overheard the interaction, then steps in, "No! That spray's for premature ejaculation! You can't use it on your ear!!"
For another of my stories on this famous (possibly infamous) local anaesthetic spray, click here: Stud 100.
Pharmacist Inphatuation
A woman with scruffy hair and raggedy clothes comes in one morning to the pharmacy and says to me, "Where's Andy?"
I reply to her, "Andy's not here today."
Abruptly, she says, "Why is he not here?"
"He's not rostered on," I answered calmly.
"Can you get him?"
"No."
Then things got a little weird when she announced, "I love him! You're probably jealous because I love him."
"I don't like men in that way," I stated firmly. A smile nearly breached my expression, as I thought to myself, "This lady is crazy!"
"Andy's fucking that Asian bitch anyway!" A true statement as Andy and another of the pharmacists were dating - and she was Asian... and a little bitchy too.
"What about you, are you married? I might come after you!"
Slightly panicked by this woman's obvious mental issues, lied to her question, "Uh... almost married."
Disappointed and frustrated, she then said, "Don't worry about it then."
There was a brief pause before anyone said anything else.
"You know, I'm loaded! I have a mansion. Two mansions!! I'll come back to see Andy." She added.
"OK, no problems. We'll be seeing you then," I said hoping she would leave.
"Is there anyone else?" Now she sounded way too desperate and way too crazy!
"No," I replied while staring directly at a male pharmacy assistant, who also appeared dumbfounded, "Andy and I are the only two male pharmacists."
Thankfully, I never saw her again.
I reply to her, "Andy's not here today."
Abruptly, she says, "Why is he not here?"
"He's not rostered on," I answered calmly.
"Can you get him?"
"No."
Then things got a little weird when she announced, "I love him! You're probably jealous because I love him."
"I don't like men in that way," I stated firmly. A smile nearly breached my expression, as I thought to myself, "This lady is crazy!"
"Andy's fucking that Asian bitch anyway!" A true statement as Andy and another of the pharmacists were dating - and she was Asian... and a little bitchy too.
"What about you, are you married? I might come after you!"
Slightly panicked by this woman's obvious mental issues, lied to her question, "Uh... almost married."
Disappointed and frustrated, she then said, "Don't worry about it then."
There was a brief pause before anyone said anything else.
"You know, I'm loaded! I have a mansion. Two mansions!! I'll come back to see Andy." She added.
"OK, no problems. We'll be seeing you then," I said hoping she would leave.
"Is there anyone else?" Now she sounded way too desperate and way too crazy!
"No," I replied while staring directly at a male pharmacy assistant, who also appeared dumbfounded, "Andy and I are the only two male pharmacists."
Thankfully, I never saw her again.
Phunky Phragrance
One morning working as a student, I was given the task of filling Webster-paks (Blister packs) for community clients. That involves organising all their medication into a single blister for each dosing time of the day, breakfast, lunch, dinner, bedtime.
While fulfilling this task, I was exempt from any contact with customers. I was working out in the back staffroom but could still hear transactions as they happened. Being a fairly busy time of the morning, I always seemed to be able to hear at least one customer jabbering on about their problems.
Filling Webster-paks is a really boring, mundane job, so I was working quickly to finish and was sweating a little. Yes, I would prefer to serve customers than to organise Webster-paks!
After a while, I could smell the sharp odour of a sweaty person. I was sure it was me, I was working so hard! I sniffed my armpits to see if the smell got any worse - not really. I was still thinking I was the culprit, I had to be sure!
I made the excuse to grab a few more medications off the dispensary shelves for a client. I walked out of the staffroom, which was behind the dispensary and the smell immediately consumed my olfactories! (The sensory nerves for smell). I could see a few staff talking to a few customers. As I walked closer to the counter, next to the dispensary, the smell got worse, and it became clear who the culprit was.
An obese lady, with ratty hair, a long tatty dress, sweating profusely from the forehead, complete with a red, 'I've just done too much exercise,' look on her face, speaking to the pharmacist about her scripts. Yep, it was definitely her! I scurried back to the staff room, holding my breath - the smell wasn't so bad in there.
Then I came to a realisation, the obese lady was at least five metres from the door of the staffroom! And it was tucked in behind the dispensary with only one entrance! That's a pungent stench! She probably only walked from her car to the front counter to cause that much odour! Well, probably not, it wasn't exactly a cold day, and she probably did a heap of exercise before she came to the pharmacy. Well, probably not very physical exercise.
I listened for when the obese lady left then went back out to discuss her B.O with the pharmacist, of whom didn't flinch the whole time she was talking to the obese lady!
"She comes in all the time for her scripts," the pharmacist replied to my inquisition. "She always smells that bad. I'm getting used to it."
Meanwhile, one of the pharmacy assistants had grabbed a perfume tester from the perfume cabinet and sprayed it all around.
Eww, vomit!!
While fulfilling this task, I was exempt from any contact with customers. I was working out in the back staffroom but could still hear transactions as they happened. Being a fairly busy time of the morning, I always seemed to be able to hear at least one customer jabbering on about their problems.
Filling Webster-paks is a really boring, mundane job, so I was working quickly to finish and was sweating a little. Yes, I would prefer to serve customers than to organise Webster-paks!
After a while, I could smell the sharp odour of a sweaty person. I was sure it was me, I was working so hard! I sniffed my armpits to see if the smell got any worse - not really. I was still thinking I was the culprit, I had to be sure!
I made the excuse to grab a few more medications off the dispensary shelves for a client. I walked out of the staffroom, which was behind the dispensary and the smell immediately consumed my olfactories! (The sensory nerves for smell). I could see a few staff talking to a few customers. As I walked closer to the counter, next to the dispensary, the smell got worse, and it became clear who the culprit was.
An obese lady, with ratty hair, a long tatty dress, sweating profusely from the forehead, complete with a red, 'I've just done too much exercise,' look on her face, speaking to the pharmacist about her scripts. Yep, it was definitely her! I scurried back to the staff room, holding my breath - the smell wasn't so bad in there.
Then I came to a realisation, the obese lady was at least five metres from the door of the staffroom! And it was tucked in behind the dispensary with only one entrance! That's a pungent stench! She probably only walked from her car to the front counter to cause that much odour! Well, probably not, it wasn't exactly a cold day, and she probably did a heap of exercise before she came to the pharmacy. Well, probably not very physical exercise.
I listened for when the obese lady left then went back out to discuss her B.O with the pharmacist, of whom didn't flinch the whole time she was talking to the obese lady!
"She comes in all the time for her scripts," the pharmacist replied to my inquisition. "She always smells that bad. I'm getting used to it."
Meanwhile, one of the pharmacy assistants had grabbed a perfume tester from the perfume cabinet and sprayed it all around.
Eww, vomit!!
Phresh Phemale*
One morning, a mother and daughter come into the pharmacy, and while the daughter stood behind in dark glasses, the mother asked for a specific Betadine product, Betadine Antiseptic Solution 500mL in quantities of at least 4. That's a lot of Betadine!
NB: I couldn't find any reference to the Betadine Antiseptic Solution 500mL on www.betadine.com.au so here it is on the picky pets website as proof it exists: Betadine Antiseptic Solution 500mL (Click me). What a funny poodle in pink glasses...
Continuing on, this product we didn't keep in the pharmacy so I asked if it was ok to use a replacement antiseptic we had in large quantities, Chlorhexidine scrub.
The mother answered, "No, the Surgeon told my daughter to use the Betadine only."
Being intrigued as to why one person would need to use that much solution after surgery, I had to ask what it was for, "Why would you need so much Betadine after surgery?"
The mother replied again, "We just arrived back from Thailand this morning and the surgeon in Thailand told us we need large quantities of Betadine Solution to irrigate my 'daughter's' new vagina."
"WHAT THE F...!!" is what I said in my head.
What I really said while trying my hardest not to say something that might offend or be too loud for other customers to hear was, "Ah, ok. I can order that in through our supplier and have it in by this afternoon."
God damn that was difficult to say without the expression on my face changing! I think they may have noticed my eyes suddenly widen with surprise before I said anything though.
*Further Thoughts:
You probably assume, as I did at the time, that the 'daughter' was originally a 'son,' due to the mentioning of a 'new' vagina and the fact that Thailand is full of lady boys - just take a visit to Patpong in Bangkok! I never asked the specifics at the time, that would have been just as embarrassing for me as it would have been for the daughter, but I have heard of cases where girls were born with short vaginal tracts. It's called Vaginal Hypoplasia and often associated with Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome. Obviously it causes problems, specifically so with intercourse when the length or the vagina is below 6cm. So the daughter may have been a girl with AIS, and the logical reason they chose Thailand to have the surgery is because the surgeons there have plenty of experience producing new vaginas.
NB: I couldn't find any reference to the Betadine Antiseptic Solution 500mL on www.betadine.com.au so here it is on the picky pets website as proof it exists: Betadine Antiseptic Solution 500mL (Click me). What a funny poodle in pink glasses...
Continuing on, this product we didn't keep in the pharmacy so I asked if it was ok to use a replacement antiseptic we had in large quantities, Chlorhexidine scrub.
The mother answered, "No, the Surgeon told my daughter to use the Betadine only."
Being intrigued as to why one person would need to use that much solution after surgery, I had to ask what it was for, "Why would you need so much Betadine after surgery?"
The mother replied again, "We just arrived back from Thailand this morning and the surgeon in Thailand told us we need large quantities of Betadine Solution to irrigate my 'daughter's' new vagina."
"WHAT THE F...!!" is what I said in my head.
What I really said while trying my hardest not to say something that might offend or be too loud for other customers to hear was, "Ah, ok. I can order that in through our supplier and have it in by this afternoon."
God damn that was difficult to say without the expression on my face changing! I think they may have noticed my eyes suddenly widen with surprise before I said anything though.
*Further Thoughts:
You probably assume, as I did at the time, that the 'daughter' was originally a 'son,' due to the mentioning of a 'new' vagina and the fact that Thailand is full of lady boys - just take a visit to Patpong in Bangkok! I never asked the specifics at the time, that would have been just as embarrassing for me as it would have been for the daughter, but I have heard of cases where girls were born with short vaginal tracts. It's called Vaginal Hypoplasia and often associated with Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome. Obviously it causes problems, specifically so with intercourse when the length or the vagina is below 6cm. So the daughter may have been a girl with AIS, and the logical reason they chose Thailand to have the surgery is because the surgeons there have plenty of experience producing new vaginas.
How to Phrustrate the Pharmacist
One afternoon on the weekend, a woman walks into the pharmacy looking for a particular item. "I was just walking past and my friend recommended me a product, so I thought I'd come in and see if you have it," She said.
"Do you know what the product is called?" The assistant inquired.
"I'm not sure, I think it starts with an 'M'," The woman replied.
"Ok, do you know what it's used for?"
"Uh, no, not really. But I'm pretty sure it starts with an 'M'."
"Do you know what the packaging looks like at all?" The assistant really trying to help the woman.
"No. My friend never showed me, she just recommended it to me."
The assistant, obviously not knowing what the product was based on the extremely limited information the customer gave her, repeated the request back to the woman, "So you are looking for a product that starts with 'M', you have no idea what it's used for and you don't know what the packaging looks like?"
"Yes," The woman acknowledged.
The assistant, now a little amused by the request, said, "I'm sorry. I have many products starting with 'M' that are used for all sorts of conditions with varied packaging. You're going to have to ask your friend for a little more information or get her to give you the package, then I'll have no problem helping you."
"Are you sure?" The woman replied with a last ditch effort not to have to come back on another occasion.
"Positive."
Unfortunately for staff in pharmacies, these sort of request aren't uncommon... god save the gene pool!
"Do you know what the product is called?" The assistant inquired.
"I'm not sure, I think it starts with an 'M'," The woman replied.
"Ok, do you know what it's used for?"
"Uh, no, not really. But I'm pretty sure it starts with an 'M'."
"Do you know what the packaging looks like at all?" The assistant really trying to help the woman.
"No. My friend never showed me, she just recommended it to me."
The assistant, obviously not knowing what the product was based on the extremely limited information the customer gave her, repeated the request back to the woman, "So you are looking for a product that starts with 'M', you have no idea what it's used for and you don't know what the packaging looks like?"
"Yes," The woman acknowledged.
The assistant, now a little amused by the request, said, "I'm sorry. I have many products starting with 'M' that are used for all sorts of conditions with varied packaging. You're going to have to ask your friend for a little more information or get her to give you the package, then I'll have no problem helping you."
"Are you sure?" The woman replied with a last ditch effort not to have to come back on another occasion.
"Positive."
Unfortunately for staff in pharmacies, these sort of request aren't uncommon... god save the gene pool!
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