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In light of some recent pharmacy cringe humor on another irrelevant thread, I would like to try and compile some good content here. I personally find it therapeutic.. I'll go first.
I was at a school community service event at Walmart one semester... Me and a couple of my classmates were in our white coats, stethoscopes and all, in a booth to the side of the pharmacy. We were tasked with offering customers a BP check (our booth was in front of the automatic BP machine)... While I was sitting there and feeling ridiculous, I was reminiscing on what my preceptor was telling me on our car ride up to the event (we all rode together): "The work you guys will be doing today could potentially save a life"... blah blah... she was a very caring, old-timer pharmacist on the brink of retirement and maybe out of touch with what pharmacists actually do (I guess). Anyways, I was circulating the pharmacy, trying desperately to shuffle people to our booth while keeping a straight face... I had found my victim, an elderly woman that looked too nice to say no. I quickly shuffled her to our table, where my classmate did the routine BP check with the stethoscope. She was very sweet and a good sport. We gave her a reading which seemed a little high according to her recollection, but she thanked us anyway - letting us know that one day we will make great surgeons. She then took 3 steps and sat at the automatic BP machine behind our table.
I was at a school community service event at Walmart one semester... Me and a couple of my classmates were in our white coats, stethoscopes and all, in a booth to the side of the pharmacy. We were tasked with offering customers a BP check (our booth was in front of the automatic BP machine)... While I was sitting there and feeling ridiculous, I was reminiscing on what my preceptor was telling me on our car ride up to the event (we all rode together): "The work you guys will be doing today could potentially save a life"... blah blah... she was a very caring, old-timer pharmacist on the brink of retirement and maybe out of touch with what pharmacists actually do (I guess). Anyways, I was circulating the pharmacy, trying desperately to shuffle people to our booth while keeping a straight face... I had found my victim, an elderly woman that looked too nice to say no. I quickly shuffled her to our table, where my classmate did the routine BP check with the stethoscope. She was very sweet and a good sport. We gave her a reading which seemed a little high according to her recollection, but she thanked us anyway - letting us know that one day we will make great surgeons. She then took 3 steps and sat at the automatic BP machine behind our table.
