i'm not proud to be a pharmacist!

maybe it's only about my own-selfish-feeling. but yes, i'm not proud to be a pharmacist! especially the way i was a science and technology student ),:

as we know, that merapi hasn't been well yet. it's still cough and smoked. and it caused thousands people to leave their house to a saver place. miles away from their lovely house and our lovely merapi. and too bad, i was one of them. running away from merapi to the south, to save my life. well, our life (me and my family), about 12 or 13 hours after merapi had a scary eruption in the middle of the night with its rain of ash and sand, and sounds of rumbles. about 5 or 6 or 7 hours after i saw my village covered into white in the morning. the roofs, the asphalt of the road, the trees, the flowers, the cars, the indovision antenna, the floor of my balcony, everything, including the air. yes, the air was white, like fog, but the tighten one. what a scary morning that day. the ash came over and over again into my house. got no profit by sweeping the house. totally scary. then i packed all my certificates, my money, my laptop, my cellphone, some clothes, and some books. my family did. after dhuhur we left home. for your information, actually, the main reason why my family left was my cousin's wedding in november 6th and 7th. hehe.. but i still think, we should really leave. anyway, the first thing came in my mind was that i was going to absent in my morning class that day. but, fortunately, the head of my university decide to give 7 days off. thanks, god.



the first thing that disappointed me much about pharmacist is masker. all the people who live under the rain of ash need maskers. maskers are urgently required. and do you know that drug stores sell the masker in 3000 rupiahs or more, while k2*4 only in 1500?

and in the refuge, which was my grandma's house, we prepared my cousin's wedding.

in november 6th i visited maguwoharjo stadium to deliver milk for children. i didn't really recognize the situation there because of my own-un~describe~able-random-thought a.k.a lost the feeling. in november 7th i tried to contact a group of volunteer and join them. as a pharmacist somewhere in magelang street, still with my own-un~describe~able-random-thought (oh, when i write "my own-un~describe~able-random-thought" again, just ignore it, not important at all to understand, only a self-not for me).

my heroic action began in november 8th, 7 am. and the first bad thing i met was a meeting with arrogant health colleaguesss. yes, with triple s. you should see their face in interacting with us, and with the disaster victims. then i remembered one of my friend's complaint about our colleagues. she said that our colleague was very arrogant to her and refuse her advise about drug angrily. maybe i was generalizing because i did not see the real situation, i'm just imagining. but the imagination became wild after i trapped between those arrogant faces. and yes, i am lebay~ing. huhuhuhuuu..

okey, maybe i'm not smart enough to be an excellent pharmacist, i'm not really understand about disease and drugs. and maybe that's why i saw arrogant faces. because i know nothing. i don't know whose mistakes is this, why did i feel very angry every time i received a receipt, and every time i have to step up to that arrogant face every time i found problems in the receipt while those arrogant face were chatting and laughing with the other arrogant faces? is it my profession mistake which put me in a position like a "babu", serving the receipt, which i really know is easy to be done by those arrogant faces in a moment like this? i really lost about my position. so that must be my own mistake. yeah, i've said, it's my own mistake by misunderstanding my profession.

but, how about what they said? about what the arrogant face said to another arrogant faces?
"we have to be there, the drugs can be handled by the paramedics. it's not necessary to put pharmacist there, it can be nurse or the other paramedics.." what? imagine what i feel after almost a day i looked for a pharmacist to stand by there because there was only one bachelor of dentistry?

yeah, it's only drugs. forget about our authority in drugs. dentist is also a paramedic. they can handle it. they read mims too. and they are good. really. and i'm sure, the arrogant faces can do better.

argghhh..
and how about what they think?
"we're busy handling the patients, can you finished the patient recapitulation in this form?"
me? no way. and what they did next?
they asked the engineers. and guess what?
the engineers did not come in the next day.

but i'm sad, because my juniors like to do that job. and i was glad because two of them disappearing.

and about this:
"we can't give you a drug, unless you check up here." to a patient who had a sore throat and asked me to give him a drug. of course it's better to check up first before receiving drugs. but how about when the anamnesis give a negative value to cephalgia and fever, and when i asked what happened he told me that he only had a husky voice because he yelled to much as a logistic coordinator, and i have to give him paracetamol? and in our next discussion i know that he's afraid of suffering nephralgia. many times he asked me about the safety of the drugs to his kidney.

well, okeyyy..
it's really unwise complaining this thing in a moment of disaster like this. victims need us, the ones who still have a place to go home. maybe i'm just too busy with my own-un~describe~able-random-thought. and the fact that i haven't been an excellent pharmacist yet and i'm just generalizing the situation. not all of them are arrogant. trust me. maybe they are just too afraid to make mistake. or maybe actually they are not smart enough, they just try too hard to hide it. and actually, there are still many things to do by young pharmacists to create their existence: study. just remember that you are a life-long learner ^^ then shoot them. although i wasn't there because i'm a pharmacist, but because they need people to help them and they don't really need pharmacist, but i think about the victims' needs.

but really, if i can give a suggestion, erase the face of arrogance. it's not good to put a vicious face. and i really need something to open up my mind about my profession. sigh.

and, oh, my house is fine. i went home in the second day. but our bags are still in the living room.

how people think about us, depends on how we bring ourselves. but pretending you are the most superior? go to hell.