My name is Mrs Brown and I’m getting on a bit
Also slightly worse for wear, I really must admit
Nothing works quite how it ought
So my doctor’s help is often sought
Every month the pharmacy, delivers lots of pills
The doctor says I need them to treat my many ills
Boxes of every shape and size
Pour from the bags before my eyes
Which ones to take and when and how
Is something I must ponder now?
The printing on the labels is so very small
I can scarcely make out any words at all
It’s teatime, so I know that a tablet’s due
But do I take the brown one or is it the blue?
To help me I was given an special tray
And my tablet boxes — were taken all away
Just pop out your tablets, they said — as if!
With arthritic fingers all swollen and stiff
It causes me such terrible strife
I attack the blisters with a knife
So then they sent in carers, four times every day
Just to pop the tablets out of that wretched tray
Then one day a carer said, “I’ve heard of something new
The Frail and Complex Patient Team, they’ll know what to do”
I told them my problems when they came to call
And they said they’d sort them — no trouble at all
To get tablets from trays they had just the job
And soon handed over a useful pill ‘bob’
They reviewed all my medicines, with a bit of a frown
And said, “let’s see if your doctor can cut this list down”
They call it optimisation — or some such fancy name
But if it means fewer tablets — then I’m certainly game
To do the deprescribing took some working out
But we teamed up together and sorted it out
At last I can manage my medicines and their pack
It’s wonderful to have my independence back.
Michele Rowland Jones, interface care pharmacist, Shropshire CCG.
Michele’s piece placed fifth in our 2018 writing competition ‘Future Pharmacist’. Read more entries here.