I worked for the state of Louisiana, DHHR, pharmacy services.
I had no idea at that time just how abrasive Rifampin was--then I was prescribed it later--and well, I have strange meds reactions anyhow, but this stuff?
Nod, turned EVERYTHING orange. Then, and shaking my head, here, 'cause here I go again embarrassing m'self on the internet, but all my soft fleshy places (the inside of my mouth, and yep, those other places too, blistered so badly it was like I was burnt.
But yep, "Pharmacy services, Miss Hood speaking, how may I help you?"
And at the same time, my sister, twist, worked upstairs for Food & Drug Control!
That's kinda scary in itself, in a giggly sorta way. We'd go out for drinks after work on Fridays (or Thursdays or Mondays or) but anyhoo, people seldom believed us when we told them where we worked.
In retrospect, I guess it is hard to believe. But I really did enjoy aspects of the job that some folks might find surprising. And nope, it wasn't 'cause my hand was in the cookie jar either.
I got a great deal of personal satisfaction working with a lovely and very dedicated pharmacist on the Handicapped Children's Program. (I was pretty militant and protective of those kids.) And because you work in the medical field, you would know that is where the "real" drugs were--but it never occurred to me to swipe drugs from a sick child. And I promise you, I may have been late a lot, but those kids always got their meds on time, if not early.
The rest of the stuff was birth control and TB. You know, basic Health Unit services.
All of this amuses me now, because part of my job was to perform the daily backup of the entire computer system for the state pharmacies. This was back in the days of DOS too--I only got computer confused with advent of Windows! Sheesh.
But yep, I'm about to ruin my own reputaton, because I'm scared of pretty much everything.
I just found out that my daughter has an odd fear too.
Yep. Those cute (or tacky) little garden dwarves...the poor kid has nightmares about 'em. And it's not like she's a little kid either. She's fifteen!
OH, and to answer your question, No. No one was ever offered money to take their meds then. I have no idea what's up with that now. But I can certainly understand needing some sort of incentive.
But I ramble.
and OH. I just thought of something else that scares me.
Rosie O'Donnell. It has nothing to do with her sexual preference either. I'm just afraid I might be turning into her.
(I'd much rather turn into Kathy Bates--she seems like she might be occasionally happy.)