Moral values and Reputation of a Pharmacist
This poem is written just with the flow of thoughts in my mind and I am not associated with it and if anyone reading this is associated with it then it’s purely a coincidence.
We dole your lives,
Out in tablets, suspension,emulsion or in other forms,
Starting from birth to breath,
With death proscribed,
Unless doctors have prescribed.
Yes,another incident as always,
Just a messy and shaggy person entering my pharmacy along the hallways.
I doubted him to be ataxic or suffering from ETD*,
That was what I could physically see.
Then he halted for a while, And turned towards me and gave a little smile.
“Can I get a whole packet of Opidol-50 mg?”he asked.
“What?” The interact made me to react.
I was perplexed.
So,I quickly asked,” Where’s your prescription?”
Whoo! I could clearly see his conniption.
It was real quick when he showed a hundred dollar note to me,
Perhaps,it was a bribe,
But I wasn’t of that tribe.
I had my morals: Patients lives were more important and illegal dispensing was way too bad,
Just tried to console him but he went way too mad!!
Pharmacists license can’t be bought,
This is the point that I have learnt.
Money is not all that matters: It’s your reputation and all sort of moral value,
Now it’s my turn for question: As a Pharmacist,will you just not give him opidol or will you??
(*—Essential tremor disorder)
The author of this poem is Lekhnath Lamichhane, who is studying B Pharmacy at IOM. If you also want to share your creations and knowledge, mail us and we will publish with priority. Our mail address is firstname.lastname@example.org