Day and Night Pharmacy – What do they know?

The end of May this year is a bit special. Twenty years under the prison of love has begot us a once-gentle-but-now-stubborn 18-year-old, an exuberant 10-year-old and an inimitable 4-year-old Day & Night Pharmacy; truly blessed. Some things one can claim to deserve, but other things have got to be the work of some superior spirits.

Day & Night has been the fastest growing pharmacy this side of Leeds and the busiest at Cross Gates. As a certain Mr Smith asked recently, ‘Did you think you’d be this busy when you first opened here?’ No, sir, no! Thank you and all the residents of this locality for placing your pharmaceutical faith with us.

It has to be mentioned that the pressure to maintain the level of service that has attracted so many to us is immense. I worry that we might not be doing enough to convince clients to come back to us from beyond the Mall when the Church View and Manston surgeries relocate this summer. We’ve formed robust relationships with clients from these medical practices. I don’t think a short distance is going to set us apart. We’ll be collecting prescriptions every hour- if that’s what it’ll take- to ensure that your prescription is ready for collection or delivery. We will work even harder to please; we shall not be complacent like Labour in Scotland or the Liberals who paid for unfulfilled promises.

At home, I always plead with the gaffer to forgive me for not ever lifting a finger around the house unless she threatens me with sanctions. I’m naturally lazy. But when I’m at Day & Night I skip around like a teen on speed. The memories of my father chasing me across tilled fields with a whip after I’d caught the ox-drawn plough onto a tree stub spur me on. He was a good man, intents and purposes, just a little hard: I should have always negotiated the plough around the stubs- easy for any short, slight 15 year old. The stress from the ultimate failure of his tuck-shop which had consigned him to eking a life out of some barren rural land couldn’t have helped.

day and night ox-drawn-plough

I don’t remember the whip catching me much; I was too fast for him. It did catch the oxen quite frequently but the antipathy to poverty certainly outlives the scars on an ox’s hide. (The animal rights crew won’t be happy). After huffing and puffing he’d call me back to continue the job, ‘The sun is rising fast, we’ll soon have to unyoke. Let’s get on with it’. Yes, father. Yes, father. Let peace be upon you. The team at Day & Night think I’m hard. What do they know? What do they know?

Both election winners and losers pledged their desire to protect the NHS. I risk being pilloried as an Uncle Tom especially given my recent glob-trotting exploits; but I can’t help but admire loser Farage’s conviction and courage to say in public what many are scared to mumble at their own dinner tables. It is costly enough to run the NHS without turning it into an International Health Service: The camel’s back will break. My generous father tried to support a family of 7 children and clans from both sides of the family off a tuck-shop. The result was a recession to rural subsistence. Incidentally, rumour has it that had Nigel not had a pressing matter to resolve at his local pub he would have come to personally pick me up from Harare in 2001 when a big chain pharmacy head-hunted me.

Medicines advice: If you are on drugs that work by suppressing the immunity like sulfasalazine, methotrexate or azathioprine (to name the most common) please get your blood tests as scheduled. If you’re not sure, ask your GP or pop into Day & Night for a chat. I lost a pharmacist friend, Lloyd, to an infection because his immunity had been compromised by sulfasalazine prescribed for arthritic fingers. He hadn’t had blood tests when he was started on the drug.


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