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<blockquote data-quote="DammitJanet" data-source="post: 401848" data-attributes="member: 1514"><p>She may not even realize that ketamine is special K. And if she works at a shelter, it might not be available there. I would have to ask Jamie if they keep ketamine at the local animal shelter associated with the county shelter. I know they have the medication to euthanize animals but that is not ketamine. And drugs like ketamine would be kept under lock and key so certain employees wouldnt ordinarily have access to them. I doubt a simple vet tech would. They dont dispense medications unless under a dr.'s orders I wouldnt think so it would be hard for her to just help herself unless someone helped her.</p><p></p><p>Years ago when I was 17 I worked in a hospital pharmacy as a pharmacy technician. Back then you didnt have to have any sort of degree. I absolutely loved that job. The doctors would write out orders on the floor, they would send them down, we would fill them under supervision and then we would take them up to the floors in these locked rolling carts. Now some of these drugs were narcotics but we also took up IV fluids, antibiotics and other assorted medications. At that time, most of them I had never heard of. We did have this one locked room that had the heavy duty stuff like morphine, dilaudid, and there was a container in there with cocaine that was used in eye surgeries back then. Have no idea if this is still done today. We only went in there with a pharmacist.</p><p></p><p>Well, one night as I was leaving work I was met with practically a swat team of cops. These cops just swarmed me and this other teen girl who were leaving for the night. I think we got out at like 9pm or so. It was summer and was dark so maybe it was closer to 10. They shoved us up against the wall, frisked us, checked our purses, and started asking us all these questions about the pharmacy and drugs we took up to the floor...what areas we had been in that day, etc. We both told them everything we knew. Shortly after as they were talking to us, another guy we worked with that was slightly older...about mid 20's came out with another 2 cops. He was in cuffs. They took us over to the squad car next to him. By now we are confused and shaking. They asked us if we had ever been to his apartment. Uh...no. We only knew him from working there and we only knew each other from working there. None of us socialized together. They got out these black lights and made us show them our hands. Both my hands and the girls hands responded fine but the guys hands glowed neon yellow under the light. </p><p></p><p>Seems they had some cocaine inventory coming up missing and they didnt know who was taking it so they put something on the container that you couldnt see but would stick to our hands. Well, we didnt touch it and I know I never took any. Back then I never even thought about cocaine. It wasnt even something that occurred to my circle. It hadnt hit yet. We were a strictly pot, a few pills and some of us acid users...along with drinking. Cocaine was just not even in our brains. I still have never even seen it except for that container in that room. </p><p></p><p>Well...we all got fired because the hospital said that even though we didnt test positive with our hands that night, it was a possibility that maybe we knew he was doing it and maybe we went over to his place after work sometimes. How unfair. I didnt even know the guy. Normally he didnt even work my shift.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DammitJanet, post: 401848, member: 1514"] She may not even realize that ketamine is special K. And if she works at a shelter, it might not be available there. I would have to ask Jamie if they keep ketamine at the local animal shelter associated with the county shelter. I know they have the medication to euthanize animals but that is not ketamine. And drugs like ketamine would be kept under lock and key so certain employees wouldnt ordinarily have access to them. I doubt a simple vet tech would. They dont dispense medications unless under a dr.'s orders I wouldnt think so it would be hard for her to just help herself unless someone helped her. Years ago when I was 17 I worked in a hospital pharmacy as a pharmacy technician. Back then you didnt have to have any sort of degree. I absolutely loved that job. The doctors would write out orders on the floor, they would send them down, we would fill them under supervision and then we would take them up to the floors in these locked rolling carts. Now some of these drugs were narcotics but we also took up IV fluids, antibiotics and other assorted medications. At that time, most of them I had never heard of. We did have this one locked room that had the heavy duty stuff like morphine, dilaudid, and there was a container in there with cocaine that was used in eye surgeries back then. Have no idea if this is still done today. We only went in there with a pharmacist. Well, one night as I was leaving work I was met with practically a swat team of cops. These cops just swarmed me and this other teen girl who were leaving for the night. I think we got out at like 9pm or so. It was summer and was dark so maybe it was closer to 10. They shoved us up against the wall, frisked us, checked our purses, and started asking us all these questions about the pharmacy and drugs we took up to the floor...what areas we had been in that day, etc. We both told them everything we knew. Shortly after as they were talking to us, another guy we worked with that was slightly older...about mid 20's came out with another 2 cops. He was in cuffs. They took us over to the squad car next to him. By now we are confused and shaking. They asked us if we had ever been to his apartment. Uh...no. We only knew him from working there and we only knew each other from working there. None of us socialized together. They got out these black lights and made us show them our hands. Both my hands and the girls hands responded fine but the guys hands glowed neon yellow under the light. Seems they had some cocaine inventory coming up missing and they didnt know who was taking it so they put something on the container that you couldnt see but would stick to our hands. Well, we didnt touch it and I know I never took any. Back then I never even thought about cocaine. It wasnt even something that occurred to my circle. It hadnt hit yet. We were a strictly pot, a few pills and some of us acid users...along with drinking. Cocaine was just not even in our brains. I still have never even seen it except for that container in that room. Well...we all got fired because the hospital said that even though we didnt test positive with our hands that night, it was a possibility that maybe we knew he was doing it and maybe we went over to his place after work sometimes. How unfair. I didnt even know the guy. Normally he didnt even work my shift. [/QUOTE]
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