The price of a drug I need for a chronic condition was raised for no reason, but I paid because I was in pain.
I have gout and it hurts like hell whenever I have a flareup. It’s mostly under control these days, but a few months ago it wasn’t and my left toe was red, inflamed and in serious fucking pain. I have a few normal, proven techniques to deal with an attack, like diet and inflammatories, but this last attack could not be controlled. I limped off to the doctor, and she prescribed something I hadn’t taken since my first outbreak five years before—a drug called Colchicine.
In my vague memory, the drug costed a few bucks, perhaps no more than $20. Yet when I got to the pharmacy, the cost to fill the prescription was more than $150 for a few pills. The pharmacist was embarrassed and apologetic. I didn’t care. I was in pain and shelled out the money, and my very painful symptoms were gone in one day. Continue reading A Giant Pain in my Toe and Wallet — Drug Prices Suck→
Caution: Do no read this, unless you have the sense of humor of a 12-year-old. Also, every word of this is true:
I had to get my butthole snaked and probed. I had some gut issues, and they wanted to make sure everything was okay. Spoiler: It’s all fine. But one of the gifts of middle age is that your asshole is no longer a private matter. The doctor is always, “how’s the asshole Mr. Lyngar? Is your cock working okay?” and “why are you so fat?” I am paraphrasing, but these are the questions one must answer as routine after hitting 40 or so. Continue reading My Colonoscopy: A Love Story→
On my vacation to Roatan, Honduras, almost no one wore life jackets and few boats even carried them. This fellow (below) had zero life jackets aboard. When I tried to talk to him about it, he just kept pointing out that this boat was named “Trust Me.” He was almost insulted that I asked.