I am an amoeba in a world full of boxes.
I am a nerd, a coffee snob, a knitter, a writer, a photographer, an artist, a musician, a lover of literature, a lover of people, a lover of Truth, a seeker of Knowledge, a fighter, a lone wolf, a terrified twenty-something, a fractured mind, a strong soul, loyal to a fault, socially phobic, philosophically inclined, and frequently paradoxical.
These are my thoughts.
My birthday is on Sunday. I had my eye on some really awesome button-downs at Express. So I bought them. I also got myself a new pair of jeans, because the jeans I was wearing at Caribou pretty much just need to go (they’ve shrunk a bit much and are pretty beat up), and I could use one more pair. Just a little birthday present to me.
And then I get a call from the pharmacy, saying they just received my prescription from my psychiatrist for my next six month supply of one of my meds, and the copay will be $450, and will that be okay or do I want them to change it to a two month supply and see how much that is?
It’s cheaper overall to let them charge me for six months at once. I told them to go ahead.
But fuck. There goes my last Caribou paycheck that I was hoping to put into savings.
$450. And that’s my copay, meaning my insurance has already paid for part of it. I am blessed beyond belief to have insurance. I know this. I wouldn’t be able to afford my medication at all if I didn’t. I can barely afford it as it is.
This pisses me off. It’s wrong. Medications that allow neurodiverse people to function with greater ease in society should not be inaccessible.
The only reason this medication is so expensive is that there isn’t a generic version available yet. My other medication is available in a generic version, and my insurance covers it completely.
To me, this means that some company out there is dangling my relative sanity in front of me with a ridiculous price tag that they get to set however high they want because they’re the only ones holding this particular formula that happens to work really well for me.
This is wrong.
And I am angry.