It feels like a part of my journey has come full circle today as I passed along my remaining Viagra to a friend who recently had robotic surgery (good news, it appears all nerves were spared).
His prescription for Viagra was much like mine (half a tablet each day for up to 180 days) and his insurance, also much like mine, allowed only a few tablets each month (the fact the subject prescription is for therapeutic, not recreational, use has no bearing on the insurance company's policy). I delivered the tablets to his wife who works in an office close to mine. As I walked down the street, I found myself adopting what I imagined to be a drug dealer's swagger and singing the Steppenwolf song, "God Damn the Pusherman."
The financial burden to complete the prescribed course of medication is daunting to say the least. It was good to be able to pass along nearly 100 days worth of the medication in the hopes he will recover as quickly as did I and be able to pass along some of his prescription to another prostatectomy patient. I did not follow through on my Viagra Bank idea, but I still believe it has merit.
And so, another chapter is closed on the road to recovery....can't get that tune out of my head (we really did have the best music).
