Loops

Stitches



Usually as the weather turns colder I start getting more serious about crochet. I like to watch movies that no one else around here wants to see, crochet, and drink too much coffee. The next DVD of Dead Like Me will be arriving soon. Now I need to decide what my next project will be.



I have a couple of ideas floating around in my head. I've been trying to make a mobile/sun-catcher idea work, but I can't seem to find yarn that drapes well and looks good with the cut glass drop beads that I bought.

Another idea that I've been kicking around is cutting up old t-shirts and crocheting them into something. So I think I'll run by my neighborhood Goodwill today, buy some t-shirts, get out the rotary cutter, and go to town. I'll try to follow the instructions for making plarn and cut straight across the t-shirt, making a big loops and then hook the loops together.



Scripts



You know how I was complaining before about other pharmacists being so negative? I've got a story for you that could easily be told as a rant, but I found humor in it, so here goes...



A woman called me on the phone at work last week and said she wanted her methadone refilled. I told her that methadone can't be refilled; it has to be a new written prescription each time. She argued with me that her doctor did put refills on it. And I replied that even if he did, I still couldn't legally refill it. Looking at her file, I saw that she had a refill on hydrocodone and asked if that was what she wanted. She said no.



She then called her doctor's office, and they called us. They spoke to the technician who didn't know about my earlier conversation with her. I don't know exactly what the doctor's nurse said, but the end result was that the hydrocodone got refilled.



The customer came in, and the cashier rang up the hydrocodone. The woman called me over to say we made a mistake; we were supposed to fill methadone. A circular exchange transpired.



"I want the methadone; the round ones. The doctor called in refills."



"The doctor has to write new prescription each time. It cannot be phoned in."



"What's this?"



"Hydrocodone. That one they can call in"



"I don't want that. I want the methadone; the round ones"



We go around and around a few times. I really don't know how else to say it.



As we're chasing our tails, I notice she has a rolled up piece of paper in her hand that looks like a prescription. After a minute or two she says "Oh, so you need this." And she hands me the piece of paper which is, indeed, a written prescription for methadone written about 2 weeks before.



We fill the methadone, and as we're ringing it up she asks me if we can put a note on her file so that we don't get confused next time. I gave her my biggest customer service smile and said, "So we don't get confused? Oh no, we're fine, Ma'am. Just bring us the written prescription next time and everything we be easy." While I'm saying this, I hear the technician behind me trying not to laugh.