Ditto
And can I just say that the ritual humiliation of obtaining Sudafed from a drugstore sets every liberty-loving fibre of my patriotic American soul quivering for Revolution? I mean, sure, that would mean even more if I weren’t already reflexively against our nation’s drug laws. But still.
Oh God yes. I fairly tremble with rage, and at least once I’ve added a parenthetical “Under Protest” after my name. Reminding myself that the drug store employees themselves didn’t come up with the law barely serves to keep me from launching into a spittle-flecked tirade.
Comment by COD —
March 1, 2007 @ 8:18 am
I asked the pharmacy techs about it 3 or 4 times, and they seem to be in total agreement of the need to keep Sudafed out of the hands of the meth chemists.
Even worse, Sudafed is not available in liquid children’s cold medication now. And the crap they put in the kids stuff simply does not work. If there is a good side it has been a powerful lesson in the stupidity of govt regulation for my kids.
Comment by IOZ —
March 1, 2007 @ 9:18 am
Yeah. Nothing like the humiliation of buying Sudafed. It’s the Global Gulag at work, right there. The Prison Planet. If Jane’s so against drug laws, she could always give the little munchkin some of mommy’s blow and a crusty twenty. That’ll clear the sinuses, too, and you don’t have to sign for shit.
Comment by Valerie —
March 1, 2007 @ 9:46 am
IOZ, try staying up all night with a miserable child who can’t breath before you make ignorant comments.
Asshole.
Comment by Mona —
March 1, 2007 @ 9:56 am
About 7 weeks ago I had an enormously adverse reaction to a medication I’d been prescribed; among the many problems this drug induced in me were severe agitation and inability to sleep. So, my physician prescribed Xanax, apparently the best means of dealing with these somewhat infrequent but hardly unheard of issues I had with the first drug.
So, I run over the border to the Wal-Mart (crucify her, crucify her!) where I do my grocery shopping, and drop off the Xanax scrip at that pharmacy. Jesus Christ on a crutch — they didn’t have the “DEA number” for my doctor, and so I held up the line forever as they tried to locate his number first in their computer database, and then I eventually suggested they call a pharmacy in the doctor’s city/state of practice (it was after business hours and too late to call doc himself) — a local pharmacy did indeed have the man’s DEA number.
This took about 30 minutes. Because the goddam Drug Enforcement Administration watches over me and my doctor as we decide the medicine I should take. A fucking “DEA number.”
Comment by IOZ —
March 1, 2007 @ 11:28 am
Valerie: What on earth are you talking about? Everyone knows that you just cook up some horse to put the little bugger to sleep.
Hey Mona: I had a similar experience trying to get–I am not kidding–a refill on a mild topical for a centimeter-wide patch of psoriasis. I’m like, dude, you can’t even get high on this.
Comment by Madeline F —
March 1, 2007 @ 2:40 pm
A friend of mine was talking about how he had to get fingerprinted to buy Sudafed. Un-fucking-believable.
Comment by Joe Strummer —
March 2, 2007 @ 7:40 am
Sudafed…. ehh. Ok, those laws nonsense. But Jane Galt is just the kind of conservative who likes to shoot up meth and bomb Arabs that I don’t like.
Comment by Jim Henley —
March 2, 2007 @ 7:46 am
Jane Galt has probably written more Palestinian-friendly blog entries than I have.
Don’t know about shooting up meth, though. She is awfully thin . . .
Comment by BigHank53 —
March 3, 2007 @ 11:08 pm
Try buying five gallons of acetone sometime.
I remember something I heard back in the eighties–that when Reagan said he’d get the Government off our backs, nobody guessed it was going to come around and stand on our faces instead.