The insulin I require to stay alive — or at least to keep my limbs attached, my kidneys pumping and my eyesight intact — last year cost more than $30,000. To quote our self-pitying president, "Poor me."
Why should you care? Because a more apt sentiment would be, "Poor you."
As a Medicare patient, I paid about 11 percent of that cost out of pocket. The drug companies that make the two insulins I inject (a tip of the hat to our dear friends at Eli Lilly and Sanofi) graciously absorbed about 11 percent of the sticker price.
That leaves you, the hapless souls still paying Medicare taxes every week, picking up the majority of the tab: more than $25,000.
I feel sick about it. You should, too.
But this isn't a story about Medicare, insurance for the old and disabled, or Medicaid, a plan for the poor, though both programs threaten to buckle in the face of rising costs.
The relentless rise of drug prices affects everyone, including workers covered by employer-sponsored health plans. For the sick and uninsured, meanwhile, drug prices often prove calamitous.
Tales of Americans skipping doses of prescription drugs in the face of unaffordable prices have become commonplace, especially among the uninsured. Pharmaceutical "coupons" to reduce the financial pain — and public pressure to curb prices — look like Band-Aids on war wounds.