“You know this is gonna be pricey, right?” asked the cashier at CVS this evening.

Oh, I knew alright. Last time I filled my Effexor it took an eighty-dollar bite out of my wallet, and this time I was also refilling my Abilify – my only nongeneric. I smiled and nodded, ready for whatever.

“Five hundred and fifteen dollars.” she said.

OK, I wasn’t ready for that.

Needless to say, I did not complete the purchase. I mean, that’s ridiculous. That’s like, half my rent. That’s like, more than I spend on groceries. And, point blank, I don’t HAVE five hundred dollars. Not even close.

So welcome to Crazy again, I guess.

“Buckle your seatbelts, ha ha,” said B!, when I told him the good news. That was going to be the title of this post. Then I remembered how terrible I’m about to feel in about three or four days, and I decided it wasn’t a funny joke.