Day Two

Freida filled in for Eugene today. I thought Eugene had finally had enough of my shit and decided it was his turn to bail out just to spite me, but it turns out it was his birthday. I know this because we had scrawled our own names in black marker all over 29th of June and 20th of August on the pharmacy calendar.

I called to wish him a happy birthday and to inform him that I was right in predicting I'll be single by this weekend.

I cried all morning. Freida made me many cups of tea and customers offered me much sympathy on what they assumed was hayfever.

As a result I didn't end up tidying the store like Janet had instructed me to before she left. I bought lunch and threw it away without eating it.

Despite the above insanities I was still loving the novelty of my newly crammed exam knowledge. Freida has an aversion for scripts so it was up to me to save the day.

An elderly lady came into the pharmacy with a thick wad of repeats for a million medications. She flipped through them and was under the impression that sertraline, atenolol and ranitidine (which she referred to as "rafen") were generics of each other. She was also categorising her medication by the time of the day during which she takes them, which I suppose would be fine if she didn't have herself convinced that if two medications are both taken in the morning, they must be the same.

I recommended she visit her doctor to eliminate the drugs she won't need to avoid confusion, and typed up for her a list of her current medications, their uses, and their substituted generics.

Another woman called to ask whether she can take Digesic and paracetamol concomitantly. I calculated for her the amount of paracetamol she's allowed after her dose of Digesic, but found out later that she was developing allergies to the dextropropoxyphene and suggested she stick to paracetamol first and see her doctor for an alternative.

By the end of the day, I felt like I've done my job (despite the fact that the shelves were still dirty and I hadn't bothered to vacuum a lot of places).

Freida decided to give me a lift to the city since there were no trains between Wynyard and the northern line. I would have much rather waited a whole hour for the bus and then have it break down on the harbour bridge because Freida dropped me off at ... Hyde Park.