|The new pills are approximately three inches long,|
but it just takes more room to hold the extra sanity.
And that in a nutshell is what the wonder drug fluoxetine does: It lets me not go batshit crazy over things that normal people handle daily.
|Sadly, it also doesn't turn me into Christina Ricci,|
which is a side effect I could actually get into.
It now costs me 26.6 cents a day to be a functional human.
|Probably this would cost a bit more.|
Oh hell yeah. Eight bucks a month for the win.
But of course my personal victory got me thinking about people who rely on the drug Daraprim, a 60-year-old generic formulation that treats the fairly rare but very dangerous condition of toxoplasmosis, a parasitic infection that can infect AIDS patients, cancer sufferers, and pregnant women, among others. It's a very effective drug that costs about $13.50 a dose.
This week, many news outlets reported that the patent to Daraprim was purchased by Turing Pharmaceuticals, a start-up company owned by a guy named Hedgefund McDouchebro.
Or Martin Shkreli, as his grandmother probably still knows him.
|Call him whatever you think is appropriate.|
Hahaha, no really, he just thought he could make a shit-ton of money by gouging the people who need this drug to keep, sort of, living.
And so overnight, the price of Daraprim went from $13.50 a dose to...$750.
Five. Thousand. Percent. Increase.
McDouchebro claims the obscene profits from the price increase will help fund research to create even better drug therapies.
Let me again link to this article, which claims that no one has ever questioned the efficacy of the existing drug.
I'm going to do math here, you guys. It's almost certainly going to be wrong, so call me out on that. But here goes.
If my precious fluoextine suddenly increase in price by 5000%, it would cost me...$14.77 a day?
|Seriously, no idea.|
So, if you're mathier than I am (NOT difficult, tbh), let me know what 5000% over the price of an eight bucks a month prescription is. Let me know if McDouchebro is at all justified in raising the price of an obscure but important drug. Also, let me know if you think this asshole is an asshole. For the record, I think he's an asshole.
Also, in light of everybody in the world calling him a big fucking jerk, McDouchebro has now announced that Turing Pharmaceuticals will roll back that price increase for "certain customers." He won't say who those customers are, or what price they will pay.
|Maybe bloood relatives.|
I'm not good at math, you guys. Not even with sweet, sweet Prozac. So I'm trusting that one or more of you will uncover the truth here. Media assholes, millionaire douchebag assholes, or enough assholes to go 'round while innocent people continue to suffer for no good reason.
I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
In the morning I'll take my sunshine in a capsule. Because I need it and I can afford it.
I hope the same applies to all of you.
And let me know if you think Mr. McDouchebro is an asshole. My money says yes.