A couple of weeks ago, a middle-aged man came into our pharmacy. He was the epitome of the phrase, “sick as a dog.” He was pale. His skin was moist. He walked gingerly, as if walking hurt. He was coughing. He was a mess.
“What do you have for a cold?” he asked me. “Hot tea and a couple of days in bed,” I said. He shook his head. “No. I have to go to work.” He began to cough violently. “I feel terrible…”
I felt bad for the guy. He sounded even worse than he looked.
“I just need something so I’m good enough to go to work…,” he said.
Although I sympathized with his desire to meet his obligations and responsibilities, I also knew that he epitomized the “quick fix” view of medicine and pharmaceuticals…