Drug Costs Get Real March 6, 2014Posted by skinbad in Economics, Family.
I kind of hesitate to do this because I don’t want to get too personal, but I guess I can just throw out a few things I’ve learned over the last few months.
One of your kids getting a chronic health disorder shakes your world. It’s not life-threatening, but it is serious and something she’s going to deal with all her life.
Thank God (and science) for medications that make a miserable condition livable.
No matter how long medicines have been around, this doesn’t mean a generic version is available. If it’s not economically worth it for a drug company to produce the generic because there aren’t enough people with the condition, then there just isn’t one (although one might be available out of the country–more on that in a moment).
By most measures, I have good health insurance. I work for our state’s higher education system. It pays 60 percent of prescription costs. The drug company also gave us a discount card that takes $120 off the price each month for a year. I guess you can get a new card then, I don’t know. Even so, our out of pocket expense for this drug is hundreds of dollars each month. It’s more than any car payment I’ve ever had–not half of our mortgage, but pretty close to it.
It’s possible to keep paying this, but it’s a serious blow to the budget. So we did what a lot of people have done–started trying to find out if there are other ways to get this medicine for less money. Because it feels like you’re getting held up–that somebody is ripping you off. That it just isn’t right. Friends with other illnesses in their families told us to try this or that program to see if we can get help with the cost. But, we have insurance, we don’t qualify–at least with the ones we’ve checked on.
I started researching getting drugs from Canada. It’s not technically legal, but the FDA basically turns a blind eye to personal use prescriptions that aren’t bought in mass quantities. There are ways to check on the Canadian pharmacies to see if they are registered/legit in Canada. We did that, priced a generic alternative, emailed them our prescription and bought enough for three months for the price of one month of our out of pocket-expense with our local pharmacy. The Canadians told us it would take three weeks to arrive because it would be coming from India. We swallowed hard because that was a new wrinkle. They assured us it was exactly the same medicine.
So, (unless these pills don’t work and we have to go back to the local pharmacy) the U.S. drug company will end up getting nothing and this online Canadian pharmacy (I’m sure one of hundreds) that exists to sell medicine to U.S. citizens will split my payment with their Indian counterparts. I want the drug companies to make a profit. I want them to have enough money to do research so that better drugs can be produced. But everybody has a line and they found mine.
It is a seriously screwed up situation.
Ringing in the New Year with a Sexy-Time Romance Vibe January 1, 2014Posted by skinbad in Family, Love, Stupid shit.
After adding to my knowledge-base the fact that Justice Sonia Sotomayer can make balls drop, my wife and I went to bed. She said, “Good night. I love you,” and I rolled over toward her to give her a squeeze. I felt an odd sensation and said, “I think my toenail just fell off.”
My right, big toenail has been black for a month or so from a painful and stupid accident and apparently waited for the new year to make a resolution for growth and renewal. Anyway, it was still hanging on by a little bit so we didn’t have to feel around in the sheets for the swarthy fugitive. Yes, she took a picture. No, I won’t post it.
This latest example of my sensitive pillow talking skills gave her a good case of the giggles. So, if nothing else, the new year came in with a laugh. There are worse omens.
Happy New Year, everyone.
What’s in Your Wallet? November 28, 2013Posted by skinbad in Ballistics, Family, Food, Love, Mufuckin Pie!.
- Dual threat–blueberry/cherry mashup. I know nothing about the missing pie(ce).
- Traditional canned pumpkin–if you’re into that sort of thing. I’m not.
- Pumpkin from scratch. It looks like a piece would keep you alive for a week and clean your colon.
- Cherry. This keeps the wife happy.
- Coconut cream. I put a spell on you. Because you’re mine.
Second Look at the Book Club? October 3, 2013Posted by skinbad in Ballistics, Family.
Update and graphical representation of Sobek and son after the shooting range.
Early Birfday Wishes March 10, 2013Posted by wintersetruss in Family, Handblogging.
Tags: Mo Money
…because I’ll probably wake up late & won’t be able to put it up tomorrow when it’s time.
Here’s a picture of some monster who grabbed the note & took Moses’ clothes in order to wish Brew a happy birfday.
I can’t do better than the actual title. The other night, after some bloggy reading about “worst Christmas presents ever,” I asked Mrs. Skinny what my biggest Christmas failure was. She’s polite and demurred. But I convinced her to lay it on me.
Here is the graphical representation:
To address your question, the answer is “No. I did not have Lauraw crate Dave in Texas and ship him to my wife 13 years ago.” If you care for the back story, I’ll continue it below.
slice of life November 26, 2012Posted by digitalbrownshirt in Crime, Family, Personal Experiences, Stupid shit, WTF?.
I came home from lunch Sunday and found my youngest son wearing a pair of these:
Me: “Um, what are they?” (in my head, it sounded like WTF?)
Oldest son: “His gay shoes.”
Youngest son: “They’re for running.”
Me, after a pause: “Like outside? You wear them in public?”
Youngest son: “Yeah, they’re good for circulation.”
He’s a diabetic, so circulation’s a big deal, but I kind of felt like he checkmated me with the circulation comment, because I was ready to give him a bad time on the goofy shoes. Apparently they’re kind of a big deal, but I’d never heard of them before yesterday.
I feel like I get older everytime I talk to that kid.
Happy Thanksgiving November 22, 2012Posted by digitalbrownshirt in Family, Food, History, Humor, Religion.
We were so close to the best Thanksgiving in at least 4 years.
Say Hello to the newest Bystander/Moron/Hostage… October 30, 2012Posted by wintersetruss in Ducks, Family, Love, Man Laws, Personal Experiences.
Samantha AKA “Sam the Sheepdog”. She’s a 2-month old Great Pyrenees/Akbash puppy who came to live with us on Sunday. Here’s a picture of her with her new bestest buddy, Mo’ Money. When we drove down to get her Sunday, I was thinking “where’s that puppy we picked out last month?”, because she’s almost doubled in size since the first weekend of October.
She’s really taken to Moses from the get-go. We set up a crate in the dining room for her to stay in while we’re at work/school, but on Sunday night I fell asleep on the couch with her snuggling with me, and last night Moses and I decided to have a “secret” and let her sleep with him (Mom is out of town until Thursday, so it’s “guys week with Sam”). I think this is her first experience inside a house, so she’s been a little shell shocked dealing with indoor issues, but she’s good on “accidents” so far.
Allow me to vent August 23, 2012Posted by digitalbrownshirt in Family, Heroes, Personal Experiences, Stupid shit, WTF?.
Do you know what I find offensive? Soccer moms, driving gigantic SUV’s (an Excursion to be exact) with “Support Our Troops” and “God Bless America” plastered on the back that are absolutely horrified at the prospect of their 18 year old daughter going out with one of those troops because they just aren’t the kind of people she wants around her daughter.
The kid met a girl that seemed absolute perfect for him. She likes hunting, country music and video games. She’s tall and athletic. Her Conservative parents are involved in the Tea Party, 2nd Amendment groups, charities and church. She even told him up front that she’s saving it for marriage which amazingly my 23 year old son has also been doing. The only problem he had with her was the age difference. They’d both be Freshmen in college this year, but he got delayed by that whole “fighting for freedom” thing. She seemed like she really liked him a lot and he liked her back. The funny thing is the fact that since both of those kids were raised right they’re honoring her mother’s wishes.
Apparently mom found out about their budding friendship, took one look at his “friends” on Facebook (almost all of them GI’s) and decided the age difference and his “friends” were just not going to fit into her daughter’s future. She supported the troops in theory, but apparently in reality she found them to be a bunch of foul mouth, drunken thugs that killed people for a living. All true, but that doesn’t make them bad people.
Brian is the best man I’ve ever known and he’s not good enough to be part of their family. Utter bullshit.