Arm, leg, and left testicle
In yet another example of the "blessings" heaped upon us post-employment by a
certain entity, this weekend we were hit with a bit of sticker shock. [ed. note:
I really must expound upon that certain entity's action, as the impact it had
around this house is profound] Granted, this sticker shock was not totally
unexpected, but the extreme depth of it was not anticipated. I'm not talking
autos or home furnishings or other luxuries like food. No, I'm talking
about a required item, one that history has shown is very important to my
existence, as well as to the comfort of those around me.
What was this life altering discovery? Well, it wasn't the price of milk or the latest hike in the cable bill. Nor was it the raise in rates dropped upon us by the local utility company, root cause of the 60 degree thermo setting that makes our house so...enjoyable...during the winter. Nope, this latest consequence of having no health insurance via the bitch-slapping provided by previously noted entity was the cost of refilling a couple of my prescription meds. Keep in mind that these two med refills cost me $40 in times past. Imagine our feelings when the pharmaperson asked us for $416.26 to refill these two meds that keep me on the even keel. Yes, $416.26 for what used to cost $40.
Excuse this brief break while I unclench my hands from a few virtual throats.
I realize that my new situation is not that much different from many others in this great society of ours, but it doesn't make it suck any less. Lest this become a rant against the pharmacompanies that leech such funds from our budget, I will point out that the cost of the insurance I would require to get back to the $40 copay would be near $800. A month. To put this into perspective, it is more than I make at my part-time employment. It is half what the spouse makes at the new employment. It is more than our mortgage. Obviously, it ought to be clear why I am currently uninsured, living my life on the edge of some catastrophe created by an exascerbation of this incurable disease I deal with daily. Fortunately, the pharmacompany that makes the shots I take daily for my Multiple Sclerosis was able to direct me to an assistance program that covers the $4200 per month cost, at least for a year. I guarantee that if this cost were not covered, I would not be injecting anything into my body on a daily basis, much to the dismay of my doctors, let alone my family. As it is, I am uncertain that I will be ingesting anything in the not-so-distant future, either. No, this is not even a rant against insurance congloms, either. This is my verbalization of my immediate thoughts as I left the pharmacy.
Put simply, I hope the MFBs at Mt. C. experience similar "blessings" in the days to come. 'Nough said.
What was this life altering discovery? Well, it wasn't the price of milk or the latest hike in the cable bill. Nor was it the raise in rates dropped upon us by the local utility company, root cause of the 60 degree thermo setting that makes our house so...enjoyable...during the winter. Nope, this latest consequence of having no health insurance via the bitch-slapping provided by previously noted entity was the cost of refilling a couple of my prescription meds. Keep in mind that these two med refills cost me $40 in times past. Imagine our feelings when the pharmaperson asked us for $416.26 to refill these two meds that keep me on the even keel. Yes, $416.26 for what used to cost $40.
Excuse this brief break while I unclench my hands from a few virtual throats.
I realize that my new situation is not that much different from many others in this great society of ours, but it doesn't make it suck any less. Lest this become a rant against the pharmacompanies that leech such funds from our budget, I will point out that the cost of the insurance I would require to get back to the $40 copay would be near $800. A month. To put this into perspective, it is more than I make at my part-time employment. It is half what the spouse makes at the new employment. It is more than our mortgage. Obviously, it ought to be clear why I am currently uninsured, living my life on the edge of some catastrophe created by an exascerbation of this incurable disease I deal with daily. Fortunately, the pharmacompany that makes the shots I take daily for my Multiple Sclerosis was able to direct me to an assistance program that covers the $4200 per month cost, at least for a year. I guarantee that if this cost were not covered, I would not be injecting anything into my body on a daily basis, much to the dismay of my doctors, let alone my family. As it is, I am uncertain that I will be ingesting anything in the not-so-distant future, either. No, this is not even a rant against insurance congloms, either. This is my verbalization of my immediate thoughts as I left the pharmacy.
Put simply, I hope the MFBs at Mt. C. experience similar "blessings" in the days to come. 'Nough said.
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