Although, fortunately, today was NOT one of those days.
In the seven months that I have been driving delivery for a local pharmacy, I have learned that people get really, really crabby when it comes to their medication.
Especially if they're pill heads. Addicted to pain pills. Or various benzos.
These are people who will answer their door, as you knock at 2:10 PM, and snarl, "Where the HELL have you been?"
Delivery hours are 2-4 PM.
These are people who will try to get out of ever paying for their prescription.
These are people who get arrested, and then the police call your boss, because said addict has a container from the pharmacy. And thus, we get to tell the police that yes, they did have X prescription filled here, on this date, and it was this quantity.
These are people who think that stubbing a toe is a good excuse to go to the emergency room, and whine until they get 100 Lortabs prescribed to them.
Most of our customers are really nice people. We have a few who are nice, and a few degrees off "normal". We have a few who have genuine personality disorders, and aren't trusted by anyone with more than two brain cells to rub together. And then, we have the pill heads, who aren't spacey but nice, they're more spacey, and pissed off if you're not providing them with their high for the day.
When did people get so addicted? When did this become okay? When did doctors decide that even though they KNEW, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this jerk was doctor shopping AND pharmacy shopping, they'd keep prescribing Lortabs, Oxycontin, Dilaudid, Suboxone, Valium, Xanax, Klonopin, and the like, in quantities far beyond the norm?
Amazing. We have communities of addicts, but as long as they're not trying to sell their pills (most of them don't, they NEED that high), or making meth, nobody cares.
War On Drugs, my ass.
