Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Le Petit Paquet (Drug Mule, Part V)
That's what arrived on my doorstep today, all the way from Vancouver -- a neatly taped, little brown petit four of a package with the words le petit paquet on the top. Inside was a three month supply of Frisium or clobazam or Onfi, the benzodiazepan that costs $2,970 in the United States and $279 in Canada and is currently the best drug for Sophie. It doesn't control her seizures, but it does help them considerably, and after trying nearly eighteen different anti-epileptics with little to no seizure control and hideous side effects, I'd become a prostitute (high class, of course) to pay for it. Whether I make trips up to Vancouver periodically to get the drug or wrestle Anthem Blue Cross into adding the drug to its formulary remains to be seen.
In the meantime, I'm dreaming of Mitt Romney (honestly, I had a dream about him last night that was as boring as he is), feeling bewildered that Sophie and I, according to Mitt, are part of the 47% (or is it 49%?), the lazy moochers, completely dependent on the government.
Keep digging, Mitt, keep digging.