Mallatts is our convenient neighborhood, locally owned pharmacy. We like them. They fill our prescriptions. I like walking in and being able to speak with a pharmacist who knows me and all of my frailties and infirmities.
We use their postal service. Sara and the girls buy a variety of toiletries there, and of course they are always purchasing theatrical makeup whether it is Halloween or not.
This week my insurance company made some changes in the formulary schedule and its three tier system for classifying pharmaceuticals.
I called the insurance company.
While I may not have health insurance past May, the changes would cost our family $720 on an annual basis.
The representative of the insurance company discussed the changes, all the while I was bemoaning the cost of drugs. The nice woman suggested I use a mail order house for the pharmaceuticals and save even more money.
I contained myself and calmly explained to her that if we all did that, Mallatts would go out of business, we would lose all of their non-health services, and I would certainly miss having a conversation with a pharmacist who knows me and knows my heath-care needs.
Sometime I wonder if the folks at Mallatts consider me a nuisance. If they do, they tolerate me very well and the deserve every penny they make.
While I am at it, have you noticed the increased number of advertisements for prescription medications on television? The descriptions of the warnings and the contraindications is worse than the blood and gore on the criminal investigation shows.