Patients ask for antibiotics because they are afraid
An old man at my pharmacy window digs into his coat and hands me a piece of paper. It is soft at the folds, the way paper gets when it has been carried around for a while. He smooths it…
An old man at my pharmacy window digs into his coat and hands me a piece of paper. It is soft at the folds, the way paper gets when it has been carried around for a while. He smooths it flat on the counter.
“Do you have this?” he asks.
It isn’t a prescription. There is one word written on it. Amoxicillin.
He doesn’t say what for. He doesn’t mention a cold, or …
Patients ask for antibiotics because they are afraid
