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No Cuts — With One Exception (Or Maybe Two)

, , , , , , | Healthy | December 2, 2022

I work at a pharmacy. Due to assorted unexpected issues, we were struggling to work as fast as we usually did and had a large line backed up waiting. Thankfully, everyone was being fairly understanding about the delay.

One man, in particular, seemed completely indifferent to the wait, reading something on his phone and seeming completely relaxed as he waited. At least he did, until he suddenly gave an unexpected gasp, typed something on his phone real fast, then looked up with clear excitement and impatience, eyeing the door as if he planned to run out right then.

Me: “Sir, are you okay?”

Man: “Yeah, just… my wife’s labor is early! She’s hours away right now, and I really want to get there in time. If I didn’t need this prescription…”

Customer: “Oh, congratulations! Go ahead in front.”

All the other customers in line made similar offers, allowing him to skip to the front of the line as we rushed to get him his prescription as quickly as possible. He gave everyone a very sincere-sounding thank-you as he practically ran out the door with his prescription.

Sometime later, I saw the man in our line again.

Me: “It’s you again. How did the delivery go? Did you make it in time?”

Man: “Oh, wow! I’m surprised you remember. Yes, I sort of made it, thanks.”

Me: “Sort of?”

Man: “Seems my wife was really impatient to be done with the pregnancy. Not only did she go into labor way early, but she went through the whole labor and birth in record time. She dislocated our daughter’s arm pushing her out so quickly. I got there just a few minutes too late for her birth.”

Me: “Oh, no. I’m sorry about your daughter and your missing it.”

Man: “Oh, it’s all right; she’s fine now. And I did at least make it in time to be there for our son’s birth!”

Here he grinned from ear to ear at me as he held up his phone showing a photo of his newborn twins, complete with the most adorable tiny sling on his daughter’s arm.

Man: “Other than some jaundice, they’re doing great. Please thank everyone that was working that day again for helping me get there in time.”

Just Because It’s Phrased As A Question, It Doesn’t Mean You Have A Choice

, , , | Right | CREDIT: ellieisabeth7 | November 28, 2022

I work in a pharmacy.

Patient: “I need to pick up [prescriptions].”

Me: “Okay. It looks like we don’t have that ready quite yet for y—”

Patient: *Already angry* “I need those scripts now. I can’t go without them!”

Me: “I understand. We have your prescriptions; they’re just not ready for pick-up yet. We only have two techs right now. Did you want to sit and wait, and I’ll call you once we get them finished?”

Patient: “That is ridiculous. I just got discharged from the hospital, and I’m supposed to start these medications tomorrow morning!”

Me: “Okay. Well, they’re not ready. Did you want to sit and wait until we get those done?”

Patient: “No.”

Me: “Okay.”

There’s silence for a moment.

Patient: “I’ll just sit down and wait.”

Sigh. This is why I don’t even bother arguing with these people.

I Understand But Not Really

, , , , , , , | Right | November 14, 2022

A woman comes into the pharmacy to pick up her medication. She is getting two of the same meds that are different doses; she alternates taking them daily, so for a month’s supply, she gets fifteen of each instead of thirty.

Thirty minutes after purchasing, she returns to the pharmacy.

Customer: “Why did you only give me fifteen of each instead of thirty?”

Me: “You have to alternate both doses, and they will make up a full month’s supply.”

Customer: “I’m not happy with this! I want thirty of each!”

Me: “Your insurance won’t cover sixty pills for thirty days.”

Customer: “Okay. I understand. No problem.”

Me: “Have a good day!”

Customer: “But where is the rest of my medication? I want thirty!”

I am so confused at this point, so I explain again.

Customer: “Okay. I understand.”

I walk away, and she calls me back.

Customer: “But where are the rest of my medications?”

I explain a third time.

Customer: “Okay, sure, but why are you withholding my medication?”

This happened enough times that I got frustrated and had to get the pharmacist. It was just so crazy because she said she understood what I said but then asked why I wasn’t giving her the medication!

No Such Thing As A Free Lunch

, , , , | Right | November 14, 2022

This is not my story but my wife’s. She doesn’t tell me many stories due to HIPAA, but I can share this one.

The national company that my wife works for finally decided to give the pharmacists a half-hour for lunch. Five minutes before they close for lunch, a lady comes in with several prescriptions. My wife tells her they’ll be closed until 1:30.

Customer: “Well, I’m a nurse and I don’t get lunch!”

Wife: “They decided to start doing that, so you’ll have to wait.”

Customer: “My husband’s a pharmacist with the board, and he doesn’t get lunch, either.”

Wife: “That’s not my problem.”

Customer: “I transferred my scrips here because the other pharmacy closes for lunch.”

Wife: “They all do. You’re welcome to transfer to the other pharmacy.”

She proceeded to rant, rave, complain, etc.

There are only three pharmacies in our small town, and my wife’s has the best reputation and service.

I asked my wife if she could get in trouble with the board because of the husband being on the board, and she said, “Let him try. I know who he is, and he’s not very popular.”

I love my wife.

Pregnancy Is A Hard Journey, But It Doesn’t Have To Be Like This!

, , , , , , , , , , | Healthy | November 14, 2022

CONTENT WARNING: Suicide Mention. May also be triggering to those who’ve lost pregnancies.

This story contains content of a medical nature. It is not intended as medical advice.


I am living in another state to study while my husband is living in our home state to continue working. He comes to my college to visit me, and we are grateful and happy to find out a few weeks later that we are expecting a baby.

At first, we plan that I will finish my course as I only have two months to go before moving back to our home state, but when I’m around six weeks pregnant, I end up with such severe morning sickness that I am vomiting up everything in my stomach every thirty minutes to an hour, even water.

After around ten days of this, I call the national health service line, and they recommend that I go to the hospital for fluids. The closest hospital is in the rural town I’m studying in and only consists of an emergency department and basic care. My college principal’s wife accompanies me to the hospital as I am in no condition to drive and am very nervous about getting needles.

From the start, we have problems. The nurses think I’m just a young mum who didn’t realise women get sick when pregnant. They avoid me and roll their eyes when in the room. They don’t call in the doctor (who is on call in a small hospital on the weekend) until one of the nurses realises I haven’t kept down the 500ml of water I’ve tried to drink over the last three days.

When the doctor arrives, he ignores me and only addresses the principal’s wife, believing she is my mother, even though I’m twenty-four. He begins asking me about my medical history.

Doctor: “Do you have any preexisting medical conditions?”

Me: “Yes, I have depression, anxiety, OCD, and PTSD. I’m on [medication] for it, but I’ve been throwing it up after I take it.”

Doctor: “You know that everyone has depression at some point in their lives, right? You don’t have to declare it.”

Me: “My first suicide attempt was when I was twelve years old.”

Doctor: “Oh, I guess that is a more severe case.”

Eventually, he decides I should have IV fluids and they put me on a three-hour drip. During this time, a new nurse comes in who is very kind. She realises something could actually be more severe than “a bit of morning sickness” and urges me to come back if I continue to be as sick as I am.

A week later, I am still very sick and find myself in the same situation requiring fluids, so I return. This time, I am helped by yet another nurse, who is worse than all the others combined. She does not call the doctor at all and speaks down to me, barely listening to my answers and concerns.

Nurse #2: “Make sure you only eat very plain food; anything spicy or fatty can make you feel more nauseous.”

Me: “I’ve only been eating plain water crackers and milk arrowroot biscuits. Even when I don’t eat, I find my body trying to vomit even though I have nothing in my stomach.”

Nurse #2: “Well, if you eat anything heavy, you will feel worse. And only drink water. You can try ginger tea, too; that helps some women.”

Me: “I’ve tried ginger. It made me even worse. I can’t stomach anything, not even water.”

Nurse #2: “Well, if you stop eating fatty food, you won’t vomit, so we won’t be calling the doctor or giving you any IV fluids. We will give you an injection to reduce the vomiting from what you’ve already eaten, and you can go home.”

I’m so tired and exhausted from vomiting that I don’t argue. I’m just thankful for some medication to stop my vomiting. She says she will inject it into my buttocks, but she misses and injects it into my side in a very painful spot. I end up feeling terrible pain for a week and can’t even touch the area without gasping in pain.

A few days later, my husband and I decide it’s best I move back home as I cannot study in my condition. I book the next flight home.

The day after arriving in my home state, my husband takes me to the chemist to buy more vomit bags. While we’re in line, a staff member notices me pale and shaking in the line and pulls me to the side to ring me up away from the other customers.

Cashier: “You must have a terrible bug; you are so pale.”

Me: “No, just pregnant. Morning sickness sucks.”

The cashier stops and studies me for a moment before pulling me over to a desk with a blood pressure monitor and taking my pulse. She then walks away and makes a phone call and returns with a very serious tone in her voice.

Cashier: “I’m not usually a cashier here. I’m a midwife, and I’m here for a specific program for new mothers to come in and have checkups and ask questions, but it’s quiet so I thought I would help the staff. Now, you are severely dehydrated. You need to go to the hospital now for fluids. I have called [Nearest Large Hospital] and they are expecting you.”

At first, I objected, because of the way I had been treated at the last hospital. I had begun to assume that I was just unable to cope with the standard sickness that comes with pregnancy, but my husband urged me to take her advice, and we go to the hospital.

Nearly as soon as we arrived, we were taken through to a room where IV fluids were waiting and a nurse brought in [Medication #2]. They advised me that the medication [Nurse #2] had injected into my hip is actually considered dangerous for pregnant women and that studies have shown that it causes deformities in animal foetuses.

A doctor diagnosed me with a condition called Hyperemesis Gravidarum, which causes severe vomiting for the full duration of pregnancy. [Medication #2] worked excellently, and I ended up having to take it three times a day right up until my healthy — and hydrated — baby boy was born.