Rebecca Haines: Hope, death and drugs

Rebecca Haines

For those who don't know, I work in a pharmacy.

It's rewarding work. It's also frustrating, demanding and educational every day. I like that it moves fast. I also like majority of the people we serve. To tell the truth, a lot of them remind me of people from my hometown, and it makes me homesick. Anyway, it's a service no one wants, so just being there already puts our customers in a foul mood.

That's why technicians have to always see a glass half-full, if you catch my drift. Well, just the other day, I definitely saw that glass half-full, if not rising.

One of my first days working in the swarm of drugs, alcohol and other pharmaceuticals, I saw a young customer. She really stood out to me because she was extremely fidgety, her eyes were sunken and red, and her arms had huge gashes where she obviously tried to end her life. Now, who knows what was going on in this girl’s life, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

Just seeing this girl, who couldn't of been much younger than me, turned my stomach. She was picking up her sack of drugs. Mind you, some drugs are to offset the side effects of other drugs, which in the end make life bearable for some people. After she left, my boss informed me to not be alarmed.

"That girl's got problems," my boss said.

This was all about three months ago. Today, I saw her again.

She was calm, cool and collected. Her hair was fixed nice, her eyes were bright, and the wounds on her arms were almost healed. I couldn't help but smile, she looked so good.

She simply took her drugs, sadly, the same amount as before, and left. The rest of my day seemed brighter.

Every once in a while, my work becomes redundant, and it seems like there’s more unappreciative morons out there than good, but today my heart was rekindled.

If we can make a difference in one person’s life, all the other jerks we deal with are all worth it. To some, it's not just living healthy, it's living.

I see it every day. The first guy may be paying for some expensive diet pills because he’s too lazy to go exercise, but the next guy is in line for his mother, who is too sick to leave her home.

I do feel bad that girl needs drugs right now, but maybe someday, we won't have to see her.

Maybe she'll continue to get better. Maybe she'll find more reasons to live. Maybe we all should appreciate more, and find worth in what we do. After all, life's too short to be making trips to the pharmacy all the time.

Carthage Press