If a surgeon can be flummoxed in a pharmacy, what chance do patients have?
My husband, a surgeon, was recently tasked with picking up some antibiotics for our three-year-old.
When he returned from the pharmacy, the paper bag in his hands was suspiciously large.
Out came a small packet of generic amoxicillin — followed by a large brown (and thus, of course, more ‘natural’) bottle of children’s probiotics.
“So do these actually work?”
Evidently, his finely tuned, evidence-based brain had been guilted into buying a product without any idea about its contents or efficacy. (Though given the