Little, Expensive, Different

I went to the Doctor Lady today to get some medicine for the awful awful awful awful headaches I’ve been getting the last month or so. That’s 4 awfuls, people. I took my prescription in to the pharmacy and almost fell over when I got my bill: these little babies cost roughly $10 per pill.

So now everytime I have a headache I have to argue with myself “Is this $10 worth of pain, or can I stick it out another hour?”

The best part part of being prescribed a new medicine is Exploring the Horrendous Side Effects. I can’t help it – I love reading about all of the unmentionables: diarrhea, heart attacks, tingling in your left foot, bloody stools, etc. (When I was little my favorite thing to do was root around in my parents bookshelves and find the really good medical books with pictures of deformed babies or children with weird rashes. Always they had those black boxes across their eyes, and for a long time I thought those were special sunglasses the people wore, you know, in case those photographer’s lights were really blinding.)

My favorite side effect so far is the possibility of “uncontrollable muscle movements and lip smacking or chewing movements.” Awesome. So the next time you see a frazzled lady grimacing in pain and smacking her lips while staring down at a small foil packet arguing with herself about whether or not she feels like eating ten dollars I want you to remember: that lady could be me.

This post was brought to you by GlaxoSmithKline, makers of the Amazingly Expensive Yet Very Small Triangular Pill