Someone needs to explain something to me. I was just at the pharmacy, refilling my prescription for the pen needles for my insulin. I got charged full price for the needles, with no help from my health insurance. Why? Because they gave me what they (and my doctor) say is a 30-day supply on Aug. 29. Insurance companies do this, apparently, to ensure that prescription drugs are used in FDA-approved amounts and to keep people using said drugs healthy. Excuse me, but it's a box of 100 pen needles. Which I need to use at least 4 times every day. Last time I checked, 4 goes into 100 25 times, not 30. Considering that you're not supposed to re-use needles, if the doctor wants me to be healthy, shouldn't he have prescribed me 120 pen needles, so I can, I don't know, afford to buy the medicine he's putting me on? And don't even get me started on the test strips for my glucose meter. A box of 102 (six vials of 17 strips - don't ask me where they got that number) is o...
Back in college, I got hooked on a delivery place for (usually) late-night post-drinking munchies. D.P. Dough made several different kinds of calzones. My favorite was the Buffalo Zone (later renamed the Buff Zone, for reasons beyond my understanding). It was, unsurprisingly, a calzone stuffed with buffalo chicken. I ordered that much more often than I care to remember. Now, I'm nowhere near a D.P. Dough, and I've yet to find a place that sells a calzone that matches it. One of the upsides of cooking for yourself is you can make something just the way you want it. Back when we were still in Chicago, that's exactly what we did. Usually, Stacey takes point on the calzones. But Stacey went back to Liverpool today, so I'm left on my own. Helpfully, Stacey left some dough behind from the pumpkin pizza she made last week, so I had all I needed to make a calzone on my own. Wow, OK, this picture's not as good as I hoped. In front is a ricotta mixture, wi...
It's been 256 days since I've had a job. On Jan. 9, I walked out of the Berkshire Eagle offices. The next day, I was told that my resignation was accepted. Since that day, I have: - Moved out of my apartment in North Adams and brought all my stuff back to my parents' place in Malone, NY. - A week later, I moved in with my girlfriend and her brother in Palatine, Illinois. - Got hired as a sales rep for a place that went business to business selling AT&T. - Quit that two days later when I realized it was in no way a job I would enjoy doing. - Gone on a dozen or so interviews, with no luck. - Was asked to be a writer for a web series about Furries. Got creeped out and didn't follow through with a treatment. - Signed on to a Congressional campaign, but financial issues made me back away. - Did some freelance work for a construction business to business magazine that did not hire me as a features editor. Twice. - Quit smoking and drinking diet soda. - Got sick and ended ...
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