So I was in the Dr.’s office the other day for a routinee check up, and I noticed something. Something that I’ve been noticing more and more as I go to Dr.’s offices. Drug dealers. No, these are not the kind you find on the corner hawking smack, crack, pop (ok, so I was thinking of rice krispies), or heroin. Nor are they the kind that work in the kitchen cooking up meth. No. These are perscription pimps, decked out in suits and ties, with the latest and greatest name brand wonder drug, straight from your friend, big pharma. Also, unlike their street corner siblings, these dealers are armed with college degrees and data mined straight from the corner pharmacy telling them what drugs your Dr. prescribes, and how much, so that they can custom tailor their sales pitch to your Dr. so that he’ll be more likely to prescribe the name brand, newest/most expensive drug at the expense of lower cost generic alternative. However, akin to their less reputable forbearers, they peddle tons of freebies to the Dr. for them to toss in their closet and hand out later, to get the people hooked and coming back for more, in exchange for all your money…

Now don’t get me wrong, there is a flip side to this story, but I’m just not in the mood to tell it because my allergy meds, which make me a decent human being (just ask my family) are damn expensive.

On a nearly completely unrelated subject, I just hooked up Juno and my cat with some kitty weed (cat nip) and Angus is cat nervana right now…