Why is it that every syringe request after dark comes from a well-tattooed diabetic? Usually they don't know their dose or what insulin they inject. And they are young. Awfully young to be a type II and awfully ignorant of their disease state to be a type I.
Of course, there are the kind souls that are picking them up for grandpa....at 2:00 in the morning.
And let's not forget the all-time award winner. The guy who was picking up syringes to administer an unknown antibiotic to his dog. One that was suspended in sesame oil. (NOTE: very very very unlikely that this product exists, even more unlikely that a vet would dispense it from his office for home administration and most unlikely that he would wait until midnight on Saturday night to pick up the syringes for his beloved pet.)
Every pharmacist I know struggles with this issue. No one thinks that sharing needles is a good idea. But it really bothers most of us to be contributing to your problem. We know what you are doing to yourself and it's not good. It makes me sad. Do me a favor...ask for what you want, politely, and if we don't have it, walk away. Don't bother with the crazy stories. They're irritating. Because I have to pretend to believe you. Then you think I'm stupid or that you're fooling me. I'm not and you're not.
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