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In the Spring of 2006, I was booted out of school because I made two "attempts" at a "professional" class. The first time I withdrew to lighten my courseload due to an unexpected illness that put me in the hospital for a week before 4 major exams.
The second time, I legitimately failed it. Thanks to a really crappy home life -- I was a commuter -- wherein my addict brother was kicked out of rehab and had no place to go, and my grandmother's SO of 20 years finally died. They both ended up parking their @sses at my mom's house right smack in the middle of the semester. My grandmother permanently, and my brother for about two months. (Was raised as an only child, so this was a HUGE adjustment, on top of the relative neediness of the two individuals in question, to give you an idea of the enormity of the change for me.) Couple this with my mom -- the only other person who lives here normally besides myself -- being in China 2 of the 4 months I'm in school leaving me to deal with these two people on my own.
Spending 3 hours a day commuting in gnarly traffic on top of this didn't help.
That's why I failed the second time 'round.
Anyways, after appealing the decision to Dean @sshat -- who denied me readmission to the program 🙂rolleyes🙂, I found myself wanting to go to med school instead. Hence my presence on SDN.
Fast forward from 2006 until this past Sunday. I meet up with a pharmacist who's also a professor at the same school. She's a friend of mine -- we met when she was an intern -- and she's telling me about a lecture she's giving on Tuesday. This past Tuesday. It's on MTM in general, and community pharmacy MTM specifically.
Oh fabulous, I say. I did a metric f*ckload of MTM in the latter half of 2006, in a community environment. I mean people making appointments to see me and everything. Hardcore medication and treatment plan reviews, therapy recommendations, interfacing with doctors and in some cases twisting arms to get them to do what I want. The whole nine yards. I learned a lot along the way both about medicine and pharmacy, but mostly about how to get doctors to do what I want. She asks me if I'd be willing to do this part of the lecture for her. I just start laughing. She's only done MTM in an institutional environment, but community MTM is a completely different animal.
I agreed.
So Tuesday, I find myself in front of a bunch of P1.95s (it's an accelerated, 2 year, 10 month program, and they're coming to the end of their first year) lecturing for 30 minutes or so about the ins and outs of effective MTM in a community pharmacy. Mostly nuance stuff, and about some of the roadblocks you'll encounter and how to overcome them, etc. Any idiot can make therapy recommendations, but getting these recommendations implemented requires a finer touch, especially in a non-institutional environment where prescribers are (rightfully) protective of their turf.
She invites me back to do some more lecturing, and also participate in grading some of the debates that they're going to have to do. It was implied that I will also help grade their final projects.
I had a blast doing it, and I look forward to going back and doing some more teaching.
But the irony of the whole thing is just too rich. And absolutely f'n hilarious by anyone's standard.
The second time, I legitimately failed it. Thanks to a really crappy home life -- I was a commuter -- wherein my addict brother was kicked out of rehab and had no place to go, and my grandmother's SO of 20 years finally died. They both ended up parking their @sses at my mom's house right smack in the middle of the semester. My grandmother permanently, and my brother for about two months. (Was raised as an only child, so this was a HUGE adjustment, on top of the relative neediness of the two individuals in question, to give you an idea of the enormity of the change for me.) Couple this with my mom -- the only other person who lives here normally besides myself -- being in China 2 of the 4 months I'm in school leaving me to deal with these two people on my own.
Spending 3 hours a day commuting in gnarly traffic on top of this didn't help.
That's why I failed the second time 'round.
Anyways, after appealing the decision to Dean @sshat -- who denied me readmission to the program 🙂rolleyes🙂, I found myself wanting to go to med school instead. Hence my presence on SDN.
Fast forward from 2006 until this past Sunday. I meet up with a pharmacist who's also a professor at the same school. She's a friend of mine -- we met when she was an intern -- and she's telling me about a lecture she's giving on Tuesday. This past Tuesday. It's on MTM in general, and community pharmacy MTM specifically.
Oh fabulous, I say. I did a metric f*ckload of MTM in the latter half of 2006, in a community environment. I mean people making appointments to see me and everything. Hardcore medication and treatment plan reviews, therapy recommendations, interfacing with doctors and in some cases twisting arms to get them to do what I want. The whole nine yards. I learned a lot along the way both about medicine and pharmacy, but mostly about how to get doctors to do what I want. She asks me if I'd be willing to do this part of the lecture for her. I just start laughing. She's only done MTM in an institutional environment, but community MTM is a completely different animal.
I agreed.
So Tuesday, I find myself in front of a bunch of P1.95s (it's an accelerated, 2 year, 10 month program, and they're coming to the end of their first year) lecturing for 30 minutes or so about the ins and outs of effective MTM in a community pharmacy. Mostly nuance stuff, and about some of the roadblocks you'll encounter and how to overcome them, etc. Any idiot can make therapy recommendations, but getting these recommendations implemented requires a finer touch, especially in a non-institutional environment where prescribers are (rightfully) protective of their turf.
She invites me back to do some more lecturing, and also participate in grading some of the debates that they're going to have to do. It was implied that I will also help grade their final projects.
I had a blast doing it, and I look forward to going back and doing some more teaching.
But the irony of the whole thing is just too rich. And absolutely f'n hilarious by anyone's standard.
