Fuck You, Ortho-McNeil Janssen. And Insurance Companies, too.

Once upon a time I used to have seizures.  Brain tumors might cause 'em, y'know.

The neurologist, Dr. B and I, we rolled the dice with different pills and my head.  Maybe this combo will work, he said.

A lot of times, they didn't.

So we kept adding this and that, more and more Topamax, let's try that.  And one day, yes one day, it worked.

And I worked.  And I still work.  And I pay for insurance.  And I used to pay $60 every 3 months for the magical drug.  Not much, I know.  But think about how else I paid.

Then one day, see, the Generic Costume entered.  What's the difference, right?

According to Dr. B, a big one.  No way, he say.  With this drug, stick with the real thing.  The one that works.  So I told Caremark, my insurance drug company, those exact words.

Fine, they said, just pay for it.

Huh?

And it jumped from $60 to $832.  Three months later it was $916.  And today, three months later, it's $1082.

I want to try the generic, but my doctor's against it.  Karla's against it.  Even Rabbi Doug's against it.  And considering how much money they're fucking me for, I'm sure Ortho-McNeil Janssen and Caremark are against it, too.