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Date: 10 November 2004 09:33:44
Today I had some excitement at work. The first thing I thought afterwards was "finally I'll have something to wiblog about!".
So the story. Well. I was sitting at my desk, waiting for something to do and a guy came in with a script and a medicare card. He said the script was for his mother. On closer inspection it was for a schedule 8 drug. Schedule 8 has things like morphine and dexamphetamine and Ritalin and stuff like that in it. The regulations are that if you are not familiar with the doctor's handwriting or the patient then you have to call the doctor to verify the script. So I dutifully called the doctor expecting the usual "yeah yeah, I wrote that" BUT NO! The doctor said "hmmmmmmm I don't remember writing that.... can you fax it to me to look at?". I faxed it to him and he called me back and said that he definitely didn't write it. While I was faxing it the guy had said he was going out to do some shopping. I figured that he realised he was sprung and was making a dignified getaway. But no! He came back! As the lowly graduate, I decided that it was the boss's job to deny criminals drugs. So she did it quite tactfully and offered him a copy and told him that his mother could call the doctor and discuss the problem. He accepted this and left. Then the doctor called again and said that his surgery had been broken into so could I call the police. I said that I was already calling the police because he'd said the script was forged.
Sadly because my bosses were a bit slow off the mark (one of the couldn't work out how I knew to call the doctor - it's the law idiot!) and didn't call the police while the guy was in the shop. We might have had sirens if that was the case! But no, the police came in a couple of hours and took a statement. If they can find good fingerprints on the script (I doubt it), I might get fingerprinted!! Hurrah!
The End.