Daily Archives: Sunday 11 October 2009

Dispensing morality

A pharmacist in New South Wales, Trevor Dal Broi, has decided that oh noes, contraception is against god’s will, so he won’t be selling it in his shop. [link]

He’s in a small town, Griffith, and there are about five other pharmacies in town, so no one is going to be unable to buy contraceptives at all. But the next pharmacy is over a kilometer away as the crow flies, and as far as I can tell (my google-map skills are limited), about 1.5km away as the wolf runs. [link] So some people are going to suffer some inconvenience.

But more than that, I’m concerned by this person imposing his peculiar morality on the community he is supposed to serve. Who on earth does he think he is, that instead of dispensing the medicine that people need, he hands out the women-hating morality of the Catholic church instead?

The problem is that as a pharmacist, he takes the government’s coin and gets government protection. Pharmacies in Australia are partially government funded, via pricing and subsidy rules for medicines. That’s the government coin. And there are strict rules about where new pharmacies may be located, providing a massive trade protection to existing pharmacies. In return, they are supposed to provide pharmaceutical services for the area in which they are located (PDF – go to p. 22).

25.1. The objectives of the Location Rules are to ensure:
a. all Australians have access to PBS* medicines;
b. a commercially viable and sustainable network of community pharmacies
dispensing PBS medicines;
c. improved efficiency through increased competition between pharmacies;
d. improved flexibility to respond to the community need for pharmacy
services;
e. increased local access to community pharmacies for persons in rural and
remote regions of Australia; and
f. continued development of an effective, efficient and well-distributed
community pharmacy network in Australia.

* Pharmaceutical Benefits Scheme

He is exploiting the resources that our government gives him in order to push his own religious views. I dislike his religious views, intensely, but frankly, if he wants to spend his Sundays on his knees before some sky-fairy, well, that’s his business. But his job is a public one, part publicly funded and publicly protected. It’s as if a police officer decided to hand out tracts with speeding tickets, or an ATO officer remitted taxes in return for prayers.

It’s not possible to tell whether or not Trevor Dal Broi is a member of the Pharmaceutical Society of Australia, but there’s a good chance that he is; the Society represents about 80% of all Australian pharmacists. If he is, he might care to take a look as his Society’s code of conduct. He supposed to “respect the clients’ right to choose whether or not they participate in any treatment” and “respect the skills and expertise of other health professionals and work cooperatively with them to optimise the health outcomes of their mutual clients.” So he’s tromping all over the client’s right to choose, and getting in the middle of the relationship between doctor and patient. He is also not supposed to work in an environment where professional independence, judgment or integrity is impaired. A church is not a workplace, but it does seem that he is allowing his church, and his religious beliefs, to impair his professional independence, judgment and integrity as a pharmacist.

NZ Book Month – Slinky Malinki Catflaps

slinkimalinkicatflapsSlinky Malinki Catflaps, written and illustrated by Lynley Dodd

Slinky Malinki is having a quiet evening at home in front of the fire when, cat fashion, he feels that he must get up and explore outdoors. He meets up with nine of his cat friends, and they all sit happily on a wall, enjoying the night air. But then, Scarface Claw comes calling, and…

Then,
all at once,
came the EARSPLITTING sound
of a caterwaul symphony
echoing round.
‘Brrrr – owwwWWW
YEEE – OW!
Brrrr – owwwWWW
YEEE – OW!
SSSSSS – pittapit
FSSSSS – pittapit
WOW – YEEEOW!

Unsurprisingly, it wakes all the neighbours. I’m sure that when my girls and I read the book, and did our best with the caterwaul symphony, although we didn’t waken our neighbours, we may well have alarmed them(7pm bedtime for the girls back then, so I doubt that any neighbours were in bed and asleep at that time). It was tremendous fun.

The cats all race home, without Scarface Claw, back in through Slinky Malinki’s catflap, and they settle down in front of the fire place.

Slinky Malinki
was cosy and snug,
with all of his friends
on the raggedy
rug.
They sat in the firelight’s
welcoming glow,
hobnobbing happily
ten in a
row.

And all is peaceful again.

Until you see the visual punchline on the last page. It took me a year to spot it, and even longer for the girls.

This book is full of Lynley Dodd trademarks – simple and effective story, sound effects, pictures full of motion. It works very well for small children, and it worked for me too.

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NZBMsmlI’m taking up Ele’s challenge, and blogging a book a day in October, which is New Zealand Book Month. All the books are by New Zealand authors.