Certainly seems like a better idea to subsidize bud light for the Indians than to make them into criminal zombies by snorting powdered pain killers and airplane glue. When you are on the dole in a place with 3 hours of sunlight, and no need to hunt moose anymore, you get a bit bored.
Walmart almost killed my father.....filled the wrong prescription. They gave him somthing he wasn't even prescribed and it was a drug to lower blood pressure. He basically overdosed on blood pressure medicine......so bad the Dr. first thought his equipment was BROKEN.
Walmart excuse: "We all are human and make mistakes"
The Dr. went postal on them.......
All this happened yesterday and this morning......
I hope your dad is going to be okay. I don't much like Walmart for much of anything, not my kind of store. I agree we all are human and make mistakes, but, then, I feel we must be accountable for those mistakes. I truly do.
To say a remark like that is minimizing what they did wrong. It is wrong.
If not his kids are going to be very rich indeed. Maybe so even of he lives, with a good lawyer.
I feel like Im going to get TB or Ebola virus when I rub up with some of the zombies at the local wallyworld. Looks like the bar scene in 'Starwars'....Pretty much have decided the big boxes are totally dehumanizing, and only go for a very particular need.
I think one woman I saw there even had a tail.
Oh, don't count on lawyers to take just any old case. Trust me on that one. Back in 98, I was diagnosed with HD. Then, after being on 4 drugs for 8 months a piece, two-times now mind you, a total of 16 months, I found out, I was misdiagnosed with HD, I had a different kind, and therefore, was one the wrong drugs. Which explains why they maybe, didn't work. The doctor was so very slick, he said, I was just not on the "choice" drugs. The lawyers response to all of this? He told me I had to show long-term effect, and when I asked, "how" he said, I would have to die. Yeah, don't count on wrongs being righted. That is only in a fantasy world that happens. You don't even get so much an apology. Nothing. Zilch. You get told what his dad was told, " we are human and mistakes happen." Somehow, that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Totally.
I don't like Walmart, it isn't the people, the people are fine here at least, it seems, I honestly, do not much like the smell, and that isn't the people either, lol, it is the smell of the merchandise. That, and for some reason, I just don't like much of their stuff either, and never found their prices cheaper, and after reading about Walmart's practices doesn't entice me much to shop their either.
Ballsvalve, you might enjoy this. This happened the other day. It was NOT funny that day, nor, the next, I was still bugged. But, today, is another day, and, I can laugh about it. You mentioned people, people with tails, etc, which made me laugh. Which made me think of the other day! Because I was looking at this doctor like he was from outer space, another planet. I had to go to an appointed doctor, ( not one of my choice) due to reasons beyond my control, lol., and, the doctor was Indian. I have nothing against anyone, anywhere, no how. But, I needed an interpreter for his version of English. The maddening part of this was because, I didn't, couldn't understand him. So, to set the scenario, there I am on the table with a papergown on, seriously, at his mercy. Which he had absolutely, none. First, I had still had on my socks. He was saying, something, God only knows what, lol, about my feet. It was about removing my socks. My socks? You want my socks off? and, then, when I took my socks off, he was saying something else. Over and over... it was... to put my socks in my coat pocket. MY COAT POCKET? WHAT? He was saying, that socks are dirty. I beg to differ on mine, plus, they were brand new! Never worn socks! But, hey, I obliged and then, he was saying to throw them on the floor. The floor? You want my socks on the floor? Why the floor? I got to know why... but, hey! I threw the socks on the floor, lol. I felt weird. Then, after the exam, thank God... he was asking me something else. There, I am still sitting there on the table in the papergown, with no socks on, lol, and, he was asking me something. Over and over... I said, once, " I am so sorry, but, I cannot understand you" and, he was getting louder and louder. Now, he finally said, and I could understand this, "Are you married?" I said, " I am widowed." I swear on anything holy he said, " I AM NOT ASKING YOU ABOUT YOUR HOUSE!" ... my what? my house?? I repeated myself, and he said, " no windows, no windows..." I started laughing. I said, " I AM WIDOWED." His face was mad looking and said, " are you MARRIED!"
I said, " my husband is deceased." He said, " I AM NOT ASKING ABOUT DISEASES!" I literally THREW my hand up, saying, " stop." And, he was now banging his pencil on the desk, and I am now, looking for my clothes.
I don't even care about my socks. He can keep them.
He got closer and took his hand and showed me his ring finger...saying, " married, married!"
NOW, I got MAD, and yelled, " FOR JESUS CHRIST MY HUSBAND IS DEAD! and with that, MADE A GESTURE OF SHOVELING DIRT... like charades!
Now, that, was crazy. And, Terry, NO embellishment for entertainment purposes, just the solid truth. I can laugh now, I think, I can still feel the hair raising on my back of my neck.
And, he had me move those socks once thrown on the floor, to another spot. Before that I had to move my tennis shoes to another spot. I sat them near the scale, but, he didn't want them there, lol. I was just getthing ready to open a window and throw them out. :)
I could see if they were smelly or something, lol, but, they are not! They are nice little shoes. I even said, to him, " they are just my socks" and, he wanted them where he wanted them. It was so bizarre, I swear he had more than a tail.
At least he didn't tell you that you have Ed Zackary disease! Google it. never mind, I did it for you:p
So far no issues from the medication but.....no he's not "ok". He has had some medical issues for the past couple years and he is the type that has always been strong and working on whatever he wanted to do. He is having a hard time accepting not being alble to do what he wants. He did not want to retire.But hey thats life,its not easy.
Originally Posted by Cookie
This was not a bigbox style Walmart..it was a neighborhood type smaller food/pharmacy walmart.
The store really doesn't matter the same guy could be filling at another pharmacy next week so we could change stores and end up with the same guy or one just like him.
Thanks I appreciate that. We hope he does better too. Actually this last episode may have been enough for them to get an idea on whats going on with him. Somtimes the patient knows things are not right and not feeling well but the patient is not sick enough to show up on any tests or be diagnosed.
Originally Posted by Terry
Hopefully now we have somthing to work with and this new medicine may make a difference. Now that we have what we were suppose to have and not another pill to lower blood pressure.
The Dr said that if he had taken one more pill he likely would have died before anyone could do anything about it. You see the Dr gave him this new medicine and was going to start the dose out with two pills...but decided to only do one pill for a week or so. If he had directed to take 2 pills my father would have been on 3 blood pressure pills and a blood thinner.
That's pretty funny. :)
Originally Posted by BobL43
Once years ago, I went to the pharmacy in a supermarket here to pick up my meds, and I am allergic to penicillin, and, the pharmacist got my name confused with a first name similar, and the same exact last name. Hers was penicillin. I got out to the car with it, and was checking it out, and noticed it, taking it back inside right away. Paul, the pharmacist, was new, and he and I sat on the bench outside the pharmacy and he couldn't apologize enough, and was actually, crying. The mistake would had been huge for me. Well, he is now, and has been for years, now the manager of the pharmacy and even, when he had gotten married, I was invited to his wedding. We became very close friends. So, it can happen anywhere of course, people do make mistakes, people are human, but, Paul, didn't make excuses, he apologized and was so very genuinely sorry. That is what makes the difference. He held himself accountable. Instead of writing off his mistake, and writing off the possible damage he could had done to me. He made the difference in 2 words, " I'm sorry"... 3 if you don't use the contraction. :)
I went to a dr I had never been to before last year for a minor issue and was asked to fill out the new patient form and list all of my known drug allergies. No problem. As a child I had a very severe reaction to sulfa antibiotics. I printed it out on the form I was allergic to it.
The nurse while taking my blood pressure,weight,temp etc asked me if I was allergic to any drugs. I said "sulfa drugs" and even tell her about how horrible the reaction was......I was covered from head to toe and even in my mouth with red welps.
They didn't burn,itch or anything....but I looked like a FREAK and it scared the crap out of me. I was like that for 2 weeks before it faded.
Ok so the Dr prescribes what turns out to be a sulfa drug. The place I had the script filled also had my file that stated I was allergic to it.
I get to the car and open the bag and pop the antibiotic and take a pain pill and drive home.....3 minute trip.
I go in and eat a snack,take a shower and start reading over the medicine slips they give you that tells you all about the medicine and stuff...you know. So I decide to google the antibiotic and sure enough its a sulfa drug. I freak out and start looking for the Dr's discharge sheet that would have their phone number on it.....thats when I looked at the name on the top of it.......and it wasn't my name.........then I looked at the bottom of it and see that I had signed it.
Those jackbutts gave me some 10 year old boys discharge sheet with the wrong after care instructions and gave me an antibiotic I was highly allergic to.
I went to another Dr. the next day because I had a egg sized patch of skin on my arm turn red like a sunburn. That Dr. told me to go home and drink plenty of water and if it starts to burn,itch another spot pops up.....immediately go to the hospital and notify him right away. He said once you have a bad reaction to medicine it may only take ONE more dose to throw you into stevens Johnsons syndrome.
Amazing, isn't it? I know it was serious for you, but, the incredible mistakes, every time I hear something like that wows me to pieces. It really makes me wonder. You did everything right and then, some. You told the nurse, describing even the side effects, you filled out the paperwork, and they still, make a mistake that could be so huge. Amazing.
I know someone whose dad had stents put into his heart, and, back in the room from recovery, a nurse put a heart monitor on a table meant for holding the hospital food tray and it fell onto his chest. This is an elderly man. The bruising from this was horrendous, they had to do xrays and Ct's to make sure his pacemaker didn't get effected as well. It really makes you wonder doesn't it? On a hospital food tray? A big heavy heart monitor? Unbelievable, but true.
I never heard of Stevens Johnsons syndrome, can you tell me what that is please? and, by the way, that is the way it is with Penicillin, one reaction, you do not get a second chance, the next one, and usually, the reactions, from what I learned increases very badly.
But there is a need to hunt moose, as the same provide a much needed and cost-effective protein source. The problem is that the local deer carry a brainworm parasite which somehow does not effect the deer but does decimate the moose and caribou populations. Thankfully, the wolves are slowly killing off the deer. Now what is needed is two or three realy harsh winters with lots of snow and -50 degree temperatures to really knock down the deer population. http://www.kenoradailyminerandnews.c...aspx?e=3482293
Originally Posted by ballvalve
I have more sympathy to the First Nations of Canada than I do, in general, for America's welfare dependant. A long series of broken treaties and abusive residential schools have done serious damage. And being in an isolated community with no opportunities but yet able to watch the outside world on the internet has to be discouraging.