A white
female with a North American accent was spotted at a well-known local Phnom
Penh pharmacy late Sunday morning.
“Vicodin” was the first word overheard from
the woman whose appearance might most aptly be described as a “rather
well-functioning former meth head looking to upgrade to prescription pill
junkie chic.”
Unzipping
her waist pack, many tightly packed currency bundles were seen jammed inside.
The female pharmacist shot an expressionless glace over to the male pharmacist
as the woman chose an appropriate bundle of cash to pay for her blister packs
of pills.
Upon exiting
the pharmacy, I mentioned that the woman exhibited typical drug seeking
behavior, repeating the phrase “drug seeking” twice. I am not sure the female
pharmacist understood that English language phrase, but she certainly was
accustomed to such behavior. I inquired as to what the woman had just purchased.
“Oxycontin,”
the female pharmacist answered.
Upon further
fact finding it was discovered that the woman had purchased $70 worth of this,
the most powerful painkiller available on the market.
“But she had
a doctor’s letter; she needs a doctor’s letter,” she continued.
I probed as
to whether the doctor’s letter was from a foreign doctor or a Cambodian doctor.
She remarked that it was the latter.
Altogether
this is not a rare occurrence with the wide-spread availability of many
prescription medications that are exponentially less expensive in many parts of
Asia than those in Barangland.
The woman
was not able to purchase the Vicodin as it is not available at the pharmacy.
This fact alone resulted in the rest of her day being wasted…Literally.
Fucking. Wasted.
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