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Friday, February 8, 2013

Don't Read This While Consuming Food

Why did I become a pharmacist?  It's simple:

I don't like to look at oozing body sores.  I don't like to look at weird rashes on private body parts.  I don't like to look at black, bloody toenails.  I don't like to look at massive pus bubbles just inside the ear.  I don't like to look at athlete's foot.  I don't like to look at scabby white patches in a throat.  I don't like to look at rotting teeth (and I don't want to smell the breath that accompanies those rotting teeth).  I don't like to watch lice make a cozy home atop a head of hair.  I don't like to look at red, scaly patches ANYWHERE.  I don't like to look at long, brittle, yellow fingernails.  I don't like to look at warts.  I don't like to look at bumps in an armpit.

...So why have I seen all of these things at the pharmacy?  People often don't want to pay a doctor to look at this stuff, and I guess I look like I'm bored behind the pharmacy counter.  I can't/shouldn't really diagnose any problems/illnesses, but before I get a chance to explain that to patients, socks are removed, pants are unzipped, mouths are opened, and shirts are lifted up.

One day (when I was a brand new pharmacist), my parents stopped by to visit me at the pharmacy.  They waited several feet in front of the pharmacy while I was at the consultation window with a middle-aged man who was asking about a rash on what he referred to as his "area".  I was young and unafraid, so I asked him to explain further.  In the two seconds it took him to undo his belt and unzip his pants, I realized where this "area" exactly was.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the look of horror on my mother's face.  The word "WHOA!" slipped out of my mouth, and the man paused just before I caught sight of his entire "area".  I told him I wasn't a doctor and that we were in...um...A PUBLIC PLACE!  I kind of figured I knew what his problem was, however, so I directed him to some cream which might help this particular rash.  My poor mother.

(Note: While it's true that I became a pharmacist partly because I thought being a medical doctor, dentist, or nurse would have totally grossed me out, I decided that the entertainment value of working in a pharmacy was too great to pass by.  That's pretty much a major reason why I became a pharmacist, as evidenced by this here blog of mine.)

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