Thanks Burger King!

I was so bored today that I went to the Burger King website where I got my very own pet moustache. Thanks Burger King! You can get one too. All you need is a picture of yourself. This is how mine turned out! Get one for yourself at by clicking here.

Napoleon in Rags

The meaning of Napoleon in Rags comes from a Bob Dylan song called Like a Rolling Stone. It's a contender for the best song in history. In 2004 Rolling Stone magazine rated it best song of all time declaring, "No other pop song has so thoroughly challenged and transformed the commercial laws and artistic conventions of its time". I really liked the idea of Napoleon in Rags. I think this character Dylan invented is interesting. Napoleon was a great leader and Dylan describes him wearing cheap clothing. Rags describes clothing that is filthy, used and tattered. There is more going on here, though. The words are also about illusion and understanding, deception and truth. The song repeatedly describes ways in which the woman failed to see what was really going on around her.

Even though Napoleon is wearing a disguise he was in truth a great leader. The disguise allowed him to travel without being attacked. This tactic is used by Dylan also. The Napoleon in Rags concept is a great life lesson to be learned. There's always more going on around us than we realize. Life is like an onion. There are more layers for us to peel back and more truth to discover. There are many of us out there who are like the woman in the song. We fail to see what's really going on around us. When we fail to see something it's our own fault. We need to get to know people. Really know them. If I can use another analogy. We need to be able to see the truth just behind the veil. Sometimes it's a good thing to look around the curtain and see the crew pulling the ropes and adjusting the lights. We enjoy going to the show, but we don't really know what's going on behind the curtain.

People aren't always as they appear on the surface.

Exposing One's Self

I went over to mental health today and while I was filling the patients medications I over heard this conversation between a doctor and a nurse.

"If Mr. Thompson keeps exposing himself to the female patients we will have to put him on the A side (Alpha Level 1)." The doctor said.

"That's not all he's doing. He's also jacking off. I don't know how you would write that in your report." Said the nurse.

"I would probably have to use a medical term like "spanking his monkey."" The doctor replied.

All the nurses were laughing including myself.

"I'm just kidding. I would use the word masturbation." The doctor said.

I'm standing in the office filling medications when this entire conversation happened. I thought it was so weird and funny I had to included it in my blog.

Cheeky Monkey

Last night at the hospital when I was on the third floor doing rounds. I came around the corner and one nurse said this to the other.

"Here comes that pharmacy boy with the nice butt!"

I said, "what!?"

"You know it's true." she replied.

I didn't know what to say and felt really embarrassed. So I went into my best Mike Myers impersonation of Simon (who likes to do drawrings.)

"Are you looking at my bum!? You bum looker, you cheeky monkey." I replied.

What's weird about this was the nurse who said this was in her fifties. I felt like a piece of meat!

Mental Health Ward

Today I went over to the mental health ward at the hospital where I work. I had to deliver medicine to the patients. The mental health ward at the hospital has two areas. Which I call "Alpha Level 1" and "Alpha Level 2." The people on Alpha Level 1 have the major issues. When I entered Alpha Level 1 today I had an older gentlemen hiding right by the door waiting to escape. I had to quickly shut the door, so he didn't get out. We were then standing really close to each other. I slowly looked at him and he quickly went into conversational mode. (Note: Before I left the pharmacy Debbie told me NEVER to look at a "Alpha Level 1" patient directly in the eye.) I realized my error after the incident.

"So do ya got killer bees in those drawers? Is that a honeycomb where you keep those killa' beeeees?" He said.

Which I responded by laughingly saying, "no sir there are no killer bees in there just medicine." (I thought he was joking.)

"Damn it! Don't call me sir, you don't know me!" He shouted.

Then he just stood there huffing and puffing with a scowl on his face. At this point I was totally freaked out so I quickly made my way into the nurses station where I was safe. Then I quickly left before he saw me again.

Just another day dealing dope

I'm what you call a professional drug dealer. I work at a pharmacy. We have a special room where we keep all the narcotics. A few days ago I came across a shelf I hadn't noticed before. Something that I didn't know was a legal drug to dispense. Cocaine. That's right we have cocaine. In powdered and liquid form. Just the other day I had to dispense some cocaine to someone in the ER. Apparently it's used to stop bleeding and reduce pain in your nose. Apparently it's been around for a long time. Take a look at this old advertisement I found. It's hard to believe that they use to give this stuff to kids for a toothache. My how things have changed.


Another weird thing that I despensed was leeches. That's right live leeches. They are used to help circulate blood in a digit that has been severed and help drain clotted blood vessles. Doctors have been using leeches for a long time. They use to keep them in leech jars like the one in the picture. They would also be used at barbershops to clean the blood of their patrons while they got a haircut. That's why the barber shop signs use to have the red and white candy cane thing outside. The weird thing about leeches is that the doctor doesn't know how many he will need. So we buy a leech motel and have about thirty on hand in the refrigerator. When I dispense a leech I have to go over to the leech bucket and scoop up three or four leeches and put them in a smaller container. The pharmacists joked with me and said that I had to feed them by cutting my finger and puting a few drops of blood in the bucket everyday.

To my Friend

I heard this song and it reminded me of a Friend.

Lost Highway by Jeff Buckley

I'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
When I walk by all the people say
Just another guy on the lost highway

Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine
And a woman's lies makes a life like mine
All the day we met, I went astray
I started rolling down this lost highway

I was just a lad, nearly twenty two
Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you
And now I'm lost, too late to pray
Lord I paid a cost, on the lost highway

Now boy's don't start to ramblin' round
On this road of sin are you sorrow bound
Take my advice or you'll curse the day
You started rollin' down that lost highway