After seeing a neurologist this afternoon to discuss ongoing persistent migraines, I visited the pharmacy in Cooleman Court to hand in an almost unreadable prescription. I left with prescription receipt number 077954 and returned about ten minutes later, at which time the pharmacist was summoned to talk to me about the medication.
I don’t know about you, but when a pharmacist looks at a box of medication and announces that he has never seen it before and has no idea what it does, and then decides to read bits of the medicine’s documentation to me, I am not filled with confidence.
He managed to retract more confidence a short time later when he thought that Lexapro (the other medication that I am taking at the moment) was two different medications, and didn’t know what either of them did.
This is a contrast to my usual pharmacy where advice from the pharmacist comes in the form of stickers on the box. Human interactions are generally limited to “Here’s your prescription, pay at the counter”. If this is the standard of care in our pharmacies, perhaps there isn’t anything to lose by letting supermarkets have in-store pharmacies…as long as they don’t start charging us by the litre.