It was really shitty shift. Although it was pretty busy, I’d been fine until about noon. Then it started to pick up a lot. The phone never stopped ringing. We had three people come in within an hour of each other who wanted flu shots. Around 1pm, StressedRPh asked if we’d heard back on two scripts that were problems, which I didn’t even know were problems. I was too busy doing every other single thing in the pharmacy to notice I had been gifted a “problem pile”.
I came home and made dinner, gorging myself on Brussels sprouts and sausage. Then I put my headphones on, turned the music up loud, and spun my poi in the back yard.
Please let the rest of the week be better than today.
