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Having had a bit of an audit this morning, various items in the medicine chest needed a top up, in particular I needed some decongestants and some of those Nytol tablets that give you a better chance of a good night’s sleep. I like to keep a supply of both – but they last me for ages…

Now I know that certain combinations cause some excitement in pharmacists minds; but nothing had prepared me for what I encountered.

Having requested the above 2 items; a worried look came across the assistants face and she said that the pharmacist would have to be consulted… fine, said I…

There was then a very covert conversation carried out behind the serving hatch; with occassional worried glances thrown my way. I felt rather how I would imagine a smack addict feels, on the first visit to the needle exchange.

The assistant eventually returned and said they had decided I should have a nasal spray, but I don’t want one, said I… I want the tablets…

This prompted a further withdrawal and more discussion, so I suggested that the pharmacist talk direct to me rather than through an intermediary if there were further questions – judging by the reaction, this had clearly identified me as a serial killer.

In the end it was decided that I could have one of the items, but not both… under any circumstances…

Actually; I needed some meths as well – but I decided to go elsewhere for that – they would probably have pressed the button for the SWAT team.

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