I called Walgreens to order a refill of Boscoe's insulin. Never mind how many phone calls it took, or how steadfast and determined I had to be to make it through the voice mail maze to finally find the magic button that allowed me to speak to a human being. Never mind how long that human put me on hold, or how many Stevie Nicks songs I had to endure before he picked up again.
I ordered the insulin. He said I could pick it up this afternoon. And then he told me the co-pay would be "about fifty dollars."
Co-pay! I do think of Boscoe as a member of the family, but I had not realized he was on my insurance. Did Obama get a law passed?
Ah, sadly, no. The pharmacist quickly corrected himself. I must pay full price for Boscoe.
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