Rotations. 1 day down. 229 to go.

So I started a new chapter in my pharmacy life. Rotations. Not only that, but I get to start them with students that have been out learning thing for 6 months and while I have been sitting on my ass for 6 months. I'm a little behind and befudled compared to my peers...but that's ok, when they graduate, I'll make the people from 2008 look dumb. Haha.

The place I go is about as quaint a little town as you can get. I passed "Backwoods Taxidermy" before I pass "Dairy Queen"... a few properties down from "Dairy King".

The hospital is as small as small gets. I get there and they tell me that me and the other Rx student will split the hospital in half and monitor the whole hospital. While about 2 seconds away from having an anxiety attack, she tells us there are only 11 patients in the hospital. Yeah. 11. Wow.

So we fiddle around and become oriented to the joint before going out and taking a med hx for some random patient. That takes up 45 minutes and it's off to lunch. For some reason, they give us lunch for free. So I'm sitting there, eating my ribs, ham, potatoes, apple pie, pumpkin pie, rice, corn, and roll (hey, it's free) and this guy with a stethoscope goes, "Hey, you the new pharmacy students?" "Can you guys go review my Gent dose on Jane Doe upstairs? I started at 60mg q12 overnight, I'll let you guys do what's best."

This was a big WTF moment for me. Not only was a physician not breathing down my neck insinuating that I'm an imbecile, but he asked me to do something because he thought a pharmacist could handle it. So, I did it. With the patient's advanced age and decreased GFR, blah, blah, we decided to go with 80mg q 24 as a maintenence dose. Peak should be 4.5ish, trough, less than 0.5, but who cares, it's a UTI. I gave it to the physician, and then he thanked me. WOAH. It's the opposite of retail.



F' retail. Never again. Mark my words......unless they can buy me with lots of moolah. And Dave & Busters tokens.

Kentucky - hick, redefined.

I went to a football game this past weekend in Louisville. Yeah, my team lost, boohoo. But that's not the point of this post.

This weekend has redefied my understanding of the universe. Kentucky is the most redneck, hick-ass place on the planet, bar none. I used to think West Virginia was...oh no. I was wrong. Kentucky has given me an education.

I used to think I had an accent, but it turns out my "accent" is actually 70% Pittsburgh, 20% Midwestern, 10% Southern. In Kentucky, they speak 10% Southern, 90% Swahili.

I asked a guy which way to get to the stadium, I tell you no lie, he replies, over the course of about 1.5 seconds, "I tale, yeh, baback downheeyaw street, ride'n light, down'n Arby's, lef'n, there stad'm."

After literally about 45 seconds of explaination, I realized he said "Go down the street, right at the light, take a left at Arby's, and the stadium is right there."

I was amazed at Louisville the town. Hundreds of thousands of people, and nothing to do after 10PM. Not even a Dave & Buster's. At least they had these little road signs on the way out of the state that kept a real-time scorecard of the motor vehicle fatalities in 2006.

Got past the 'ol test....got the professor "resigned"...things about my left testicle you don't want to know...

I took the lame ass remediation test. Passed it with relative ease. The thing that kills me is that it was the EXACT same test as last year. The crazy woman who made me wait 6 months to retake the test because she didn't want to be bothered to write a new test for me to take gave me the same test she gave me last year. She made such a big deal out of not letting me take the same remediation test a dozen other people took when they didn't pass the test first time around due to "security" issues, yet gives me the same test as last year. I remembered some of the answers from last year. It further proves that this entire process was done under the facade of academia. Between this, the shit talking the woman was doing about me behind my back to another student, and the long list of crap excuses she gave me for not allowing me to remediate the test before October, it's pretty much a lock that she did this just in spite.

But there is a silver lining. As mentioned above and in a previous post, the woman talked shit about me to another student while that student was on a rotation with another teacher. I casually mentioned this to the dean of student services when I went in for my monthly bitch fest about how ridiculous the entire situation was. Now get this. After I mentioned it, and this MAY ne coincidence, I don't know, but she had all of her rotations canceled due to "complaints from students." Because of this, and her firmly established superiority complex, she decided to quit. Yes, quit. The crazy woman isn't at the school anymore. Did I get rid of her? Did I contribute? Either would tickle me pink. On the other hand, it pisses me off that the woman put me through that power trip of hers just to quit 2 days after I take her damned remediation test. WTF?

Another odd thing happened to me yesterday. I'm not sure if you want to know this, in fact, I'm sure you don't, so I suggest you stop reading right now. Anyway, I went to work at 4PM and everything was going well. Then out of nowhere, my left testicle hurt like a bitch. It was nuts. (No pun intended.) I had to waddle everywhere because it hurt when my testicle rubbed against my legs. I have a little bit of a cough and whenever I coughed it felt like Jackie Chan just did a roundhouse to my left nut. My coworkers thought I was dying. They sent me home. Every pothole felt like a swift kick to the nuts. It was bizarre. Then I got home and it went away after about 30 minutes. I better not have testicular cancer or anything. That would probably piss me off. I'm not down with the cisplatin.

I'll probably start updating more often. I've been in an antipharmacy funk for some time now. Starting rotations should give me a whole new list of things to whine about and poke fun at.