I've got new toys today. Ct and I rescued the expired MDIs (that's metered-dose inhalers, by the way) from the yellow bin, and after 620 puffs later, the canisters are finally out, so are now safe to use for demonstration purposes. I've got my own demo kit, wheee! . . Satellite pharmacy is SO not relaxing, it's not funny, considering that it's supposedly less hectic. Well, to be fair, it is less hectic inside there, but that also means more time for FRPs quiz time. So it's ward trolleys in the morning which I swab with alcohol first of all, and then it's floor stock filling. Filling in as per yellow scripts. The occasional queries to doctors. It's always interesting when I call the other (dr) Daph in the hospital. Answering phone calls from the nurses in the wards. . . The rest of the time, I study about all things parenteral, and it really eats at the brain. . . Still a call virgin. Why are they not calling me? I havent done anything TDM since oh. ages ago, so the longer I don't get called, the more I forget about how to run the blood samples. The on-call book is rather interesting though, topping the list are the snake bites antivenom, followed by a long list of vaccines and several anti-haems; and in which department they are stored. They generally don't call you that late, unless it's paracetamol poisoning, in which case you really haaave to go, so folks please don't eat more than 8 tabs panadol a day, particularly not now, because I'm off to sleep soon.
. . 5 more nights to go, before the log book and after-hour keys are passed on to the next on-call pharmacist. Like playing hot potato.