Monday, June 25, 2007

The Four Dollar Prescription is a MYTH

The baby has yet another ear infection. I decided to stop to pick up her antibiotic on the way home.
I got to the pharmacy, where they told me it would be an hour and a half long wait. No worries, I can check out stuff for the wedding. I can always browse for new baby clothes. They have a "luxury" bath and body aisle I could spend a pretty penny in . So Violet and I shopped.
An hour and a half later. I stand in line for a half hour. Now, keep in mind, there are only two people in front of me. So why THE HELL would it take so long to get to the front?!?!? I finally get to the front, and Violet's prescription is 73 FREAKING DOLLARS. 73 dollars. For the GENERIC brand. For 10 days of GENERIC antibiotic. That is $2.43 a millilitre. $7.30 a day. Good thing she is worth it. After checking with Jason to make sure we had enough in our checking account, plus signing for my own $81 crazy meds, the "pharmacy technician" (read: walmart cashier who watched an hour of pharmacy training video) informs me she has to add water to the powdered antibiotic. It hadn't been reconstituted yet.
WHAT THE HELL had they been doing that took 2 FREAKING HOURS?!?!?

Yes, I would like some cheese with this whine

I will admit it to ya...I am frustrated with my blog. I don't devote as much time to it as I would like. Partially, this is because I work full time and I have a 14 month old, and I am tarred, ya'll.
But partially, it is because of insecurity. Why would anyone want to read my blog? And if they do, is it so bad that no one wants to leave a comment because, well, if you can't find anything nice to say...Are people's Internet manners that good that they just walk away and try to wipe my life from their memory? With these thoughts, it is hard to rip Jason away from World of Warcraft long enough for me to write a blog.
I am just being grouchy.
Please ignore my grouchiness. After all, I think I am funny, the baby thinks I am HIL-A-RIOUS; there must be some people out there who share our humour.
And, hell, even amalah caught few comments at first. And she is my blogging hero; she is like a queen in this world. Seriously. Read any of them.
SOOOO...this is for you, Miss Ali, kicker of my ass. This blog's for you. I swear, I'll do better.