Jameson lost his job the week before Thanksgiving, and with his job went our insurance. I know, total bummer right?
So, just a little glimpse into my everyday life, I take medication for my depression and anxiety. It's called Cymbalta.
And it's a miracle drug.
When I first started on depression meds I took Zoloft and was on that for five years. About seven months ago my symptoms were rearing their ugly heads, and my doctor determined that my body had built up and immunity to said drug and switched me to Cymbalta.
Ever since then, things have been okay.
So...last week I took my last pill for the month and called the pharmacy to refill my Cymbalta, and did so gritting my teeth thinking to myself, 'okay, since Cymbalta doesn't have a generic, and we no longer have insurance this is going to sting a bit'.
Yeah I'm thinking somewhere in the $80 range.
Go to pick it up, and the pharmacist without even missing a beat says:
"Your total comes to $480."
It's three days later and I'm still trying to pick my jaw up off the ground.
Four. Hundred. And. Eighty. Dollars.
For 30 pills.
I did the math.
It's $16 a pill.
It's been three days without it, and the aches are slowly returning, I'm wringing my hands more and more, and I wonder if any moment now I'm going to triple in size, turn a shade of green and tear out of my clothes.
This here is going to be my struggle. My fight. I know that this is a small and simple thing that I have to deal with compared to what others around me are going through. But friends, please send good vibes my way....these days, I need all the help I can get.
p.s. Moving to our new home January 1st. More details to come!