He calls me almost every week.
He and his wife both.
Sometimes it's because they've lost some of the medication and are now short. At other times, the doctor has changed something and they're not sure if it's okay. Once, they even had problems with melting tablets. They've also called when their daughter vomited up all her medications and were unsure as to whether they should rush her to the hospital.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel just the slightest twinge of annoyance at their constant neediness. Their insistence on attention often borders on rudeness and they have shown little regard for the time of others.
It's all completely understandable though.
A daughter suffering from the scars of meningitis is no burden to be scoffed at.
Viewed in that light, if a few comforting words of advice and some of my time is all that it takes to lighten their burden, I'm willing to offer my services....
....and I silently thank them for the opportunity to make their lives easier.
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She just wouldn't take her medicines.
The family tried to force her to take them.
The nurses threatened to force them down her gullet.
The doctors threatened her with death and disability if she did not comply.
All they succeeded in doing was to make a little old lady hide all her medications in her diapers.
What a sight it was when they finally changed her diaper!
She distrusted the medications. She had no idea what they were for and why she had to take them. She didn't like that it made her dizzy and sleepy all the time. She especially hated the fact that everyone was telling her what to do without explaining to her what was going on. Being a sick 80-year old patient made her paranoid when everyone around her spoke in front of her as if she wasn't there.
As a result, it took weeks for me to get through to her.
It took daily visits, greeting her and enquiring after her health every morning, taking note of her complaints regarding the medications seriously and not dismissing them as attention-seeking antics. It was particularly difficult to explain to her what her condition was, how we were trying to treat it and what our medications were supposed to do. The language barrier and the difference in education levels only made it harder but it was important not to give up. As the days went by, I could see that she could finally understand what it was that was happening to her. She was forewarned about the side effects of the medications so that when they occured, she knew it was part of her treatment and she started putting up with it. She could also understand her disease better and knew what to expect.
In the end, she learnt enough to manage her disease, her medications on a daily basis and even started giving her opinions on how she wanted her disease to be treated by her doctors.
No mean feat for someone with advanced Parkinson's Disease.
I'm just glad that I could help out in whatever little way possible.
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I write this post not to brag or to highlight my contributions to the lives of my patients.
Rather, I wish to send a message to those of us who are angry, disappointed and disillusioned over our role in healthcare as pharmacists.
We may not have exclusive dispensing rights and we may not be allowed to prescribe at all. Our suggestions are often dismissed and our warnings are often disregarded. Our contributions are often scoffed at and we are viewed as no more than organic medication vending machines.
None of that should be allowed to stop us from helping the needy.
A kind word, a bit of your time and a serious commitment to helping those who have come before you for help and relief is often all it takes to improve their lives.
The take home message is simple:
Despite our limitations we can still touch lives....
....and in touching theirs, we brighten our own.