SAMPLE WHORE
Again.
Just got back from lunch with Georgi. We went to Cici's pizza. Fat disaster if there ever was one. And the pizza's not so hot - but those cinnamon rolls!!! TO DIE FOR!
So - not much new since I last wrote. Chad is going out of town on Sunday - back to Phoenix for more training. So - I think I'll have Georgi stay over while he's gone. She really wants to get away from her sister and I'm not crazy about staying alone. I mean, I'll do it - but . . . So that will be fun.
Man - I really am getting tired of having to sit up here. I mean, granted, it means that I can goof off some, but I have actual work to get done around here.
Oh yeah -I know what I wanted to share. I was emailing my cousin earlier and explaining to her about our primary care physician.
Turns out that our PCP is a SAMPLE WHORE! So whatever he has in abundance (sample-wise) just magically seems to be the best thing for his patients. Hmmmm - guess we should have realized this as we wrote our copay check with a Wellbutrin ink pen on a Vioxx clipboard.
And then were given a Viagra post-it with our next appt scribbled on it.
(Also his Procrit tattoo should have been a giveaway as well-heheh)
Seriously though - what happens is that your body becomes acclimated to this drug that you've been given a month of free samples of and then you "need" it and when you go to fill the damn thing -there's no generic and its $200 a month - but by that point - you HAVE to keep taking it. It's a sick little game - not unlike street tactics (the first hit is always free, right?)
Chad and I have noticed that every time we go in for an appointment, there are at least 3 or 4 pharmaceutical reps lingering about. Sick! So I don't know what to do about all of that. It's pretty hard to change doctors when you've been seeing them for more than 12 years.
Oh well...
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