Well, while I'm at it tonight I thought I'd give the update on our life here in Jerome.
After much debate amongst ourselves and prayer and so on we have decided to make a change. I received a job offer from the hospital in town (St. Luke's Jerome) to do strictly inpatient pharmacy and we decided to go for it. The reasons are many - but I won't list them all out for you. I'm sure we'll talk about it sometime down the road. :) Suffices to say, working at the hospital will be an excellent move for our family.
Since I'm moving on from retail, I thought it would be appropriate to share this funny poem with you all in parting... it is posted in the pharmacy, but the author is unknown. Enjoy!
Rx Poem
By Dr. Pharma Seuss
Oh the things you can fill
For the folks who are ill.
With your bright shiny 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 retentive.
You need 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-pack
Then it might be Zyprexa.
And you will 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 out 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 while 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-it's
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
And you once again know
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!
