Tell me where it really hurts?

I can no longer bear listening to Jesse Jackson, President Obama, or the occasional NPR pundit. It is just too painful! Why, you may ask? The reason, the discussion thread is all scripted. Where is the emotion, the spontaniety, and cutting to the chase? Give me some Hydrocodone and fast! Oh wait, that might prove to be too difficult!

To that end, I am throwing away my well thought out communicative approach and write from my cold, calculating heart about this subject. You see... me, a Dad, a pharmacist, can't get a prescription to ease my pain to save my life or better still, my daughter's life!!! Check out previous blogs and you will see, pain management is a big deal with her. And yet, last week after her 5th surgery in the past 24 months, she is still dismissed as a Hyrdocodone seeker and worst, her concerned mother, treated as white trash on the score. Seriously, Haven't we seen this movie before?

So...here is my solution. I have discovered after standing behind the pharmacy counter for years, our family is going to fulfill the expectations of those indifferent surgeons (who by the way, have rarely had surgery and thus, poor pain advocates). I am quitting my job, applying for state assistance, move into a "van down by the river." That will give me plenty of time to focus on clever reasons on why I should get my Hydrocodone for that pesky "skin condition." Those are the people that seem to get the prescription without a hiccup.

In short...I know pain managment is going to be looking good around the old homestead. I now know where it really hurts!

And remember...take as directed

Blake...your future un-employed pharmacist