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Take two and call me when you win the lottery

First encounter with the prescription drug benefit from my new job's health care package:

I picked up my prescriptions. Two antidepressants ('cause I'm just THAT messed up, folks) and birth control pills (my contraceptive of choice...too much info?)...

$231 for one month

I think I might have shrieked when the pharmacy clerk gave me the total. She looked apologetic and figured up what it might've cost me if I didn't have the drug coverage plan.

$450

I'm going to have to double my dose of crazy pills to cope with this latest bit of financial anxiety and woe.

Damn Bush. How many days until the 2008 election?

Comments

FletcherDodge said…
I totally agree. That's friggin’ outrageous! I still can’t believe this country doesn’t have nationalized healthcare. Why can’t that bonehead Bush just make a law that makes healthcare free? I mean, hell, how hard can it be? He’s the freakin’ president for crisakes! I mean, am I the only one who doesn’t see why we can’t just take all the money made by the rich people, and buy drugs and food for everyone else? How many damn furniture stores does Warren H. Buffett need fer cryin’ out loud.
2:42 PM
Brianne said…
Oh I totally hear you. Just the ONE inhaler that I have to take every day costs around $130 with the little bit of discount my crappy plan offers me. And I need that every month. Still have another inhaler, the Pills and stupid Allegra for my stupid allergies twice a year. ick
2:25 PM
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