I scan through it and I see:
1T Q 6 Hours PRN Pain
Dispense as Written
Provider: Dr. Michael Jackson
Immediately I eyeball the DAW, namely because who the hell stocks name brand Lortab? I confer with the patient, who 'doesn't give a hoot if it's brand or generic as long as it works', and decide it is clearly a mistake. Looking further I see the doc himself entered it in the computer which further hints at a simple mistake.
I hop on the phone to the clinic she just came from. I explain to the person on the other line what has transpired and that I need a new prescription before I can dispense. I then emphasize that it is Friday afternoon and this needs to be resolved this afternoon so she's not screwed for the weekend.
Next I tell the patient what I have to do and that I'll make sure its delivered to her free of charge later this evening. Problem solved.
Or so I thought.
3 o'clock rolls around and I noticed I still haven't gotten a new prescription back from the office. I call again and go through my spiel once again. I, more firmly this time, state that this has to be done before the office closes for the weekend.
The clock now reads 4:30 and I know they will be closing in a half hour and I still have not heard anything back from them.
Now I understand Friday afternoon's are a pain in the ass for them too. There are people showing up to sneak in an appointment so they can 'score' some drugs. I completely respect that. In all honesty though, how hard is it to walk back to the docs office with the situation and have them print out a new prescription? Could take all of what, two minutes?
It had slowed down quite a bit and my co-tech was hinting about leaving a bit early. Displeased about the fact this little old lady would have to suffer this weekend, and realizing I had some free time, I hatched a plan.
I kindly asked my co-tech if she would not mind waiting a bit to leave as I was going to go on a short trip. I took the fubared hard copy, grabbed my keys and headed to my car. The office was only a few blocks away, I was going to pay them a visit.
Walking in, I see the clusterfuck I expected to see. Waiting patiently until one of the receptionists shoos away a seeker, I ask where this doc's office is located. Recognizing my story from earlier, she pointed me to the direction of one of his nurses who was out front.
I strolled over to her, prescription in hand, and explained the story to her.
"Ah yes, I got that a couple hours ago, but haven't had time to get to it," she stated.
I asked if the doc was in his office and she replied yes. I asked if she was dealing with a patient and she replied her shift was almost done.
So I handed her the prescription and asked her to go to the doc now, before he leaves, and get this resolved. She hesitated until I reassured her that it is a very simple fix that will alleviate a very simple mistake.
She disappeared for no more than 60 seconds and came back out with a freshly printed, and correct, prescription for Hydrocodone/APAP.
"The doctor apologizes for the mistake and appreciates you coming here to help his patient." she notified me. And then she scurried off.
The whole experience took place within a three or four minute period. I waited four hours to do what took four minutes.
Everyone was polite and courteous though, so I cannot bitch about them. It was just a crappy situation at a crappy time.
When I walked back into the pharmacy everyone had this confused/stunned face as I handed them the proper prescription. Our little 86 year old patient would go through the weekend pain free and I got to go on a little adventure.
Now that is how you fix a problem with a prescription is it not?