How freakin' awesome is that? Apparently it is the 1922 Massachusetts College of Pharmacy baseball team. Honestly thinkin' of printing this off and framing it or something.
And they say science geeks can't play sports...
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The All-Pharmacy Baseball Team
Stumbled upon this while reading Uniwatch tonight
How freakin' awesome is that? Apparently it is the 1922 Massachusetts College of Pharmacy baseball team. Honestly thinkin' of printing this off and framing it or something.
And they say science geeks can't play sports...
How freakin' awesome is that? Apparently it is the 1922 Massachusetts College of Pharmacy baseball team. Honestly thinkin' of printing this off and framing it or something.
And they say science geeks can't play sports...
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The Curse of Pharmacy
About a year ago an eager new tech started his first pharmacy job. And by eager I mean if there was a hole in the wall in the back of the pharmacy he would be all over it. Hell we shoulda sent the kid out on deliveries, the old ladies woulda loved him.
One of his very first questions to me was, "Do you get to meet any hot chicks that come in?"
This is a somewhat logical question, but I responded with a truth that most likely changed his life forever.
"Sure you'll meet some of the most beautiful people you'll ever see while working in a pharmacy. But you have to remember, they're in a pharmacy for a reason. They'll be picking up some Acyclovir for their genital herpes. Maybe some clotrimazole for the fungus in her fun zone. Maybe she's picking up ADHD meds for her six kids from six different daddies. Hell maybe it's all three.
The thing is, you may hook up with a chick and then go, man I'm glad I don't know what issues she has. Well here you do know what issues she has. Maybe she's schizophrenic. Maybe she's really a guy on hormone treatments. There's no reason a healthy, attractive individual should be in a pharmacy picking up prescriptions for themselves. Just something to remember."
He was slightly ashen faced once I explained that to him. He didn't stay with us long and I have seen found out that he is not quite as eager as he once was. He's also no longer looking at going into pharmacy. Oops
One of his very first questions to me was, "Do you get to meet any hot chicks that come in?"
This is a somewhat logical question, but I responded with a truth that most likely changed his life forever.
"Sure you'll meet some of the most beautiful people you'll ever see while working in a pharmacy. But you have to remember, they're in a pharmacy for a reason. They'll be picking up some Acyclovir for their genital herpes. Maybe some clotrimazole for the fungus in her fun zone. Maybe she's picking up ADHD meds for her six kids from six different daddies. Hell maybe it's all three.
The thing is, you may hook up with a chick and then go, man I'm glad I don't know what issues she has. Well here you do know what issues she has. Maybe she's schizophrenic. Maybe she's really a guy on hormone treatments. There's no reason a healthy, attractive individual should be in a pharmacy picking up prescriptions for themselves. Just something to remember."
He was slightly ashen faced once I explained that to him. He didn't stay with us long and I have seen found out that he is not quite as eager as he once was. He's also no longer looking at going into pharmacy. Oops
Monday, February 2, 2009
Lidocaine Injection + Nerve = Jesus Sighting
In honor of this blog's 200th post (mini-wave for me!) I thought it would be best to share yet another interesting story from my recent life. (Note: I meant to post this over a week ago, but set the scheduled date wrong. I rock)
It was T-Minus 8 days to the big PCAT test. While walking towards the library I noticed a pain in my right foot. I ignored it at the time as I was determined to be a good student and study all night. When I finally arrived back home I decided to see just what the hell was wrong. I was then greeted with a purple and black swollen big toe. Diagnosis: Ingrown Toenail.
Fucking spectacular. Eight days before my test and this occurs. I should mention that I no longer have insurance coverage and I'm a poor college student. Needless to say I was a happy camper.
Using what knowledge I have I decided to rid my self of the infection in order to make it through the test. I proceeded to drain the infection and became diligent in cleansing it several times a day. Yet after a couple days the pain had no subsided. I decided it was time to bring my ass into the clinic.
The PA (whom had the most impressive and disgusting mail camel toe ever) who inspected me noted what a good job I did removing the infection (go me!) but then said he would have to get in there and cut the little bastard nail. I went along with it and hopped up on the table prepared for this wonderful experience. He stated he would numb my toe with lidocaine. I told him to bring it on.
Now apparently to numb an area such as your big toe I found out they have to inject it directly into the nerve. He also stated that there's no easy way to find where it is so he would have to slowly move the needle deeper into my toe to find it. I didn't think it was terribly bad at first. I mean I wasn't singing and enjoying a woody, but it wasn't bad. I mentioned I felt a tingle, but he slyly replied that that wasn't it. I asked what I should be looking for and he said I would know.
With another short jab I felt a bit of a burning sensation, which I relayed to the PA. He then, being the sadomasochist he is, jabbed that needle into the nerve. I have never felt such pain in my life. Everything went white, I became dizzy and I'm almost positive I saw Jesus. Although he was wearing a tie-dyed shirt and was pointing and laughing at me. No idea what that means.
After letting the area numb, and letting me regain my barrings the procedure was completed. That part was nothing compared to my Jesus moment. I think I have some idea what it's like to give birth now. Women, I do not envy you.
So if you are ever told you shall be getting a shot in this manner, heed my warning. Brace yourself. It's gonna hurt like a son of a bitch.
It was T-Minus 8 days to the big PCAT test. While walking towards the library I noticed a pain in my right foot. I ignored it at the time as I was determined to be a good student and study all night. When I finally arrived back home I decided to see just what the hell was wrong. I was then greeted with a purple and black swollen big toe. Diagnosis: Ingrown Toenail.
Fucking spectacular. Eight days before my test and this occurs. I should mention that I no longer have insurance coverage and I'm a poor college student. Needless to say I was a happy camper.
Using what knowledge I have I decided to rid my self of the infection in order to make it through the test. I proceeded to drain the infection and became diligent in cleansing it several times a day. Yet after a couple days the pain had no subsided. I decided it was time to bring my ass into the clinic.
The PA (whom had the most impressive and disgusting mail camel toe ever) who inspected me noted what a good job I did removing the infection (go me!) but then said he would have to get in there and cut the little bastard nail. I went along with it and hopped up on the table prepared for this wonderful experience. He stated he would numb my toe with lidocaine. I told him to bring it on.
Now apparently to numb an area such as your big toe I found out they have to inject it directly into the nerve. He also stated that there's no easy way to find where it is so he would have to slowly move the needle deeper into my toe to find it. I didn't think it was terribly bad at first. I mean I wasn't singing and enjoying a woody, but it wasn't bad. I mentioned I felt a tingle, but he slyly replied that that wasn't it. I asked what I should be looking for and he said I would know.
With another short jab I felt a bit of a burning sensation, which I relayed to the PA. He then, being the sadomasochist he is, jabbed that needle into the nerve. I have never felt such pain in my life. Everything went white, I became dizzy and I'm almost positive I saw Jesus. Although he was wearing a tie-dyed shirt and was pointing and laughing at me. No idea what that means.
After letting the area numb, and letting me regain my barrings the procedure was completed. That part was nothing compared to my Jesus moment. I think I have some idea what it's like to give birth now. Women, I do not envy you.
So if you are ever told you shall be getting a shot in this manner, heed my warning. Brace yourself. It's gonna hurt like a son of a bitch.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Ghetto names
I commented in someone else's blog about how to create a ghetto name. Anyone who has worked in an area such as this is aware of the.... unique names you see on a regular basis. Today I shall provide a guide so you too can create your own ghetto name!
1) Take a common name, Ex: Karen
2) Add a La, De, Da, Le, etc in front of the name. Ex: Lakaren
3) Add random apostrophe, Ex: Lakar'en
4) Swap out one vowel for another, Ex: Lakar'in
Perfect! Now your name will be unique and unreadable to the rest of the population!
1) Take a common name, Ex: Karen
2) Add a La, De, Da, Le, etc in front of the name. Ex: Lakaren
3) Add random apostrophe, Ex: Lakar'en
4) Swap out one vowel for another, Ex: Lakar'in
Perfect! Now your name will be unique and unreadable to the rest of the population!
Twitter's Back
Decided I'd give the twitter thing a chance again. It's back in the right side of the blog so you can hear my thoughts almost instantly. Creepy is it not?
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