A Change of Scenery...

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!