Friday 16th June
It was about 3.30pm on Friday afternoon, and I heard a voice say "can you hurry up and give me my methadone" in a rather "drunk" sounding voice.
I replied "just a second, I'm just filling this in, it won't be a minute"
She says "I haven't got time to wait, I'm in a hurry.....hic"
So I looked at her and asked "what have you been taking?" trying not to get drunk myself from the fumes coming from her, and admiring how somebody could have such large pupils when stood directly under a light.
"Nothing she slurred, I'm just tired"
Sorry, but you are intoxicated, and I'm not handing over 350mls of methadone to someone in your state. Please go home, sleep it off, and come back when you have sobered up." I said.
So off she went, after a few harsh words. Two minutes later she came back with a couple of heavies.
"Why aren't you giving her her f*****g methadone" a young man said.
"I'm not discussing someone's treatment with you, because it's confidential" I replied.
The other guy just stood there, trying to look mean, and he did look mean.
"Give it to her now or I'll f**king...."
"STOP right there!" I said. "Do not ever threaten me, or you'll be travelling 50 miles for yours, as I'll call every chemist in town and tell them not to take you on. Understand?"
A few grunts later, and off they went. She came back two hours later, meek as a little lamb, and a lot more sober.
So the moral of the story is: -
Play it like poker. You know you're only holding king high, but make it look like you're on a nut flush. Stick in a big bet, and 90% of the time they'll fold.
It was about 3.30pm on Friday afternoon, and I heard a voice say "can you hurry up and give me my methadone" in a rather "drunk" sounding voice.
I replied "just a second, I'm just filling this in, it won't be a minute"
She says "I haven't got time to wait, I'm in a hurry.....hic"
So I looked at her and asked "what have you been taking?" trying not to get drunk myself from the fumes coming from her, and admiring how somebody could have such large pupils when stood directly under a light.
"Nothing she slurred, I'm just tired"
Sorry, but you are intoxicated, and I'm not handing over 350mls of methadone to someone in your state. Please go home, sleep it off, and come back when you have sobered up." I said.
So off she went, after a few harsh words. Two minutes later she came back with a couple of heavies.
"Why aren't you giving her her f*****g methadone" a young man said.
"I'm not discussing someone's treatment with you, because it's confidential" I replied.
The other guy just stood there, trying to look mean, and he did look mean.
"Give it to her now or I'll f**king...."
"STOP right there!" I said. "Do not ever threaten me, or you'll be travelling 50 miles for yours, as I'll call every chemist in town and tell them not to take you on. Understand?"
A few grunts later, and off they went. She came back two hours later, meek as a little lamb, and a lot more sober.
So the moral of the story is: -
Play it like poker. You know you're only holding king high, but make it look like you're on a nut flush. Stick in a big bet, and 90% of the time they'll fold.
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