Suffice to say that part of my medical none-of-your-business involves four different medications ... one (and only one, fortunately) of which is fairly on the expensive side for me. About $70 a bottle. Doesn't sound bad in the grand scheme of things, but I take two a day, so I rip through a bottle like candy. So that's $70 on a fairly regular basis that could be going towards plenty of other things. However, I can't exactly be without this handy stuff.

Jesus, it's sounding more and more like I'm taking Prozac. No fear, kiddies - although at the rate I'm going, it'd probably be cheaper to dope myself up and just sleep through any problems than it would be to actually treat 'em.

As we say a lot now ... allow me to explain.

Some of the stuff I take (much less serious stuff) you could buy with about twelve cents and a skate key, because it's pretty easy to get ahold of and also has the most generic of generics. This stuff, however, is not so widely passed around (seeing as it isn't so widely prescribed). At last check, there is no generic. Thankfully, I have good insurance (first through family, since my grandfather is federal, and then through work). Because if I had bad insurance or none at all, it'd cost me $300 a bottle.

And guess what I was told it'd cost when I went to the drive-thru pharmacy during lunch.

Last I'd checked, I'd told our good little neighbourhood pharmacy ... the one I still go to even though it's half an hour away from where I live now simply because they've known me since I was five ... about this change. So when the darling young undergrad at the window told me that they'd heard no such thing, and I'd have to get my insurance card and mess from work (which I hadn't received, since I'd switched over plans almost literally just now), imagine my pissiness. Also considering I'd called this in awhile ago, seeing as they have to order in the stuff because apparently no one else within a 100-mile radius needs it, and now had a dose left. And despite the fact that they know me, it'd take a wrestling match to get two pills to tide me over while I attended to this madness. If they really think people are gonna try to score a hit of this crap, they clearly don't know their shit.

After several hours dividing talks with HR between doing actual work, I finally managed to get my insurance information and be told the old standard: 'Oh, you should have gotten your card in the mail by now!' 'Should have' is such a great phrase - people think it absolves them of errors. Now theoretically I'm getting it, but I still had to go back to the pharmacy after work and wait somewhere between half an hour and an hour to get another young lady to learn how to punch in an account number.

My only consolation, although only partially making up for my lost afternoon and evening (and thus several problems I've gotta clean up at work today) is that now the stuff only costs me $20 a bottle. Thank G. for small f.'s, I guess.

On a cheerier note, two links: Animaniacs Vol. 1 hits the streets in July. And also, GGG Project Z, which appears to be linked to Betterman and want to strip down Mamoru and Kaidou. I will continue to be intrigued.

If you have been, kill it with fire.