notageek

Preceptin: ur doin it rong.

And that’s really all I have to add at this point.

This is my second inpatient rotation, and the second inpatient rotation that has made me want to cry every day.
Seriously, every day so far. Learning new things in new environments necessitates some discomfort and unfamiliarity, but not abject panic and impenetrable piles of data.
My rotations since January have convinced me I’ll be an excellent community pharmacist, and a shitty inpatient pharmacist. I am so very glad I did not try for a residency—there is no way I could have succeeded at this for an entire year. I am done playing this more-clinical-than-thou pharmacist game, in which the desirability of your job is proportional to the time you spend reading chart notes. I am done looking down my nose at retail pharmacists, and sneering about “wasting all that training” and “counting by fives”.

I think I am going to take the $Chain_Pharmacy job. I am ready for income, for stability, for feeling competent. I can deal, albeit grudgingly, with the pressures of retail. I cannot deal with the hospital—with the urgency, the complexity, or this constant need to stay a step ahead of doctors and guess what they might possibly need, keeping a ready drug answer. This shit is whack, yo.