My wife used to say I came home with a soulless looking gaze on my face like I saw someone that got murdered in front of my eyes. One time I'm told I literally shuffled in the door, flopped my shoes off, fell face first onto my bed (work clothes still on), and fell asleep for a solid 10 hours. Didn't say a word to her. And it wasn't a conscious slight or anything...its just sort of what I did out of exhaustion from a mid-Winter, all alone in the hospital, 180 patient census hellhole journey.
Honestly, I hear retail pharmacists whine about their stress and I laugh. I remember this one night...I was all alone with 2 techs...census about 140 or so...we had three patients code literally simultaneously. I'm sitting there in the IV hood with a cordless phone being screamed at by 3 different sets of staffs...cordorone drip for these people...epi drip for the other...I actually had to try to figure out which was the most urgent on the spot, the action on a different floor, down the hall way. I'm sitting there with three people dying and i I don't work fast enough, it could kill them. Literally kill them. And these people whine because they had three people call them on the phone simultaneously while a few other people were in the store...maybe someone in the drive thru. Whoopity ****. Someone has to wait an extra few minutes for their Levitra. The stress I was constantly under in retrospect was just flat out dangerous. To me and the patients.
And what makes it worse is that I don't drink. If I could go home and drown my anxiety, I might have been better off. Oh well. I was so stressed out that I began grinding my teeth at night and suffered from some serious insomnia. I think I might have been depressed, too. Kind of like I was living in state of a fear of impending doom because every night there was unbearably busy, hectic, and mind numbing.
And I haven't even mentioned medication reconciliation sheets. They are the most frustrating, potential serial killer-creating things in the industry. I'll hear the stupid voice on the CVS phone say "One Pharmacy Call" on loop for 3 hours before I have to lay my eyes on another one of those abortions.
Christ.
And they only paid me $41.88 an hour. I make so much more than that now, it pains me even more to think about it.