Fourteen dollar Prozac! No joke!
I have a decent health plan, but for some reason, I have to pay for my scripts and then be reimbused. So I went to the pharmacy today with my $100 bill, expecting to pay…you know…for Prozac. I’ve been getting a generic version, but with my two pill a day habit, it was still well over $90/month.
Except today the pharmacist said, “That’ll be $14.00.”
So of course, I said, “No, mine’s the fluoxetine.”
To which she replied, ‘This IS fluoxetine.’
And then she looked at me like I was from Mars.
Let me just repeat this for all you non-believers:
Oh joy! Now even poor people can afford to be happy.