And thus I am sad, because I have a kazillion pictures to post here and at flickr. Dang it, where could that thing be?
So, I can only post the latest news: Just got the call that the poodle has landed, and she and her new family are racing for the last ferry back toward home tonight--else they have to sleep in the ferry terminal, a prospect which horrifies and guilts me, but seems not to phase them in the least!
Just now, this spousal exchange:
"Oh, I want to TiVo "Medium" tonight, because--"
"She finally becomes a large?"
And my two new flash-in-the-pan TLC faves are on tonight: "Honey, We're Killing The Kids," and best of all, "Shalom In The Home." I'm totally digging Rabbi Shmuley, and of course will now be forced to read his books. And those computer-generations they do of the fat kids on "Honey,..." are scarier than anything on television...except maybe that Howie Mandel show where people open briefcases for half an hour to suspenseful music.
And now for today's rant: The fat cats in the pharmaceutical industry must be going straight to h**l. I just can't see how they could possibly have any sort of consciences or souls, and I'm not buying the "the cost of these drugs pays for new research" argument, for a number of reasons.
How did this get stuck in my craw today? We picked up Alex's two new medications, a month's supply of each. Now, we are among the lucky Americans who HAVE health insurance with prescription coverage, however pitiful it is. Our co-pays are either $10, $30, or $50, if the drugs are covered. Since most of Alex's meds are relatively new ones, from the asthma and allergy remedies to his bipolar-management drugs, almost every co-pay we have is $50. We're used to that. So today we picked up the two scrips. One of them was not covered, because he'd had a "similar" drug filled too recently. So that baby was $109 for a month's worth. OK. It hurt, but we had to have it. Scrip #2 was covered, and had a $50 co-pay, which, as I said, didn't surprise us. What did knock me for a loop was the fact that I happened to notice, on this occasion, what this month's worth of pills would have cost us had we NOT had insurance. $479.99. Read that again. Four hundred seventy-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents. For one month's worth of the very drug that, depending on your particular illness, would serve a purpose from keeping a lid on your mild-to-debilitating mania, to quelling psychotic episodes, to turning off hallucinations and the voices in your head. (Fortunately for us, it serves as a mania-tamper, which while serious, is not nearly as serious as the needs of, say, a schizophrenic.)
So, if you're uninsured, and need these types of drugs...well, I guess this is from whence cometh many of the homeless we see muttering and gesturing to themselves, or the folks who finally lose the battle with their broken minds and kill themselves and/or others.
It oughta be a crime.