My Facebook post last night read: “Went to pick up my prescriptions. When the clerk said $512.00 I spontaneously started to cry. I don’t usually cry in Walgreens — another thing to cross off my bucket list.” $512! And I have insurance! This is my co-pay. That’s 227.5 bus rides or 130 gallons of gas which for me is 11 times I could fill the gas tank or 34 Twins baseball tickets in the cheap seats or a plane ticket to New York. I could get a whole new wardrobe for $512 — in fact based on my current “wardrobe” I could be 2 or 3 wardrobes for that.
I wonder what it would have been if I had no insurance – well it wouldn’t have mattered because I would never have been able to pay for it. My friend Nancy who had breast cancer, a double mastectomy, and a year of radiation/chemo wasn’t able to take her cancer meds because she couldn’t afford them. She told me the cost and I just remember being in shock.
So I guess I’m lucky (???). And I’m not going to complain about it any more — I’m sure a new complaint is just around the corner and I’d hate to use up a lot of my complaining energy on one thing. That wouldn’t be fair to all the other stupid things in the universe.