I would go with Maxalt.
It was fast-acting, dissolved under the tongue, and it purged my last headache in approximately 15 minutes—well, when I took it at the birth of the migraine; if it were taken at the migraine’s pinnacle, it was pretty well worthless.
I called my neurologist who phoned in the prescription.
I went to pick up the order.
$270.99.
Of course, that was before insurance kicked in. Luckily, having this little bit of indemnity saved me $233.69.
Those of you who know me—I mean who really know me—understand that I’d rather surrender useless body parts than spend that kind of money on something like a migraine. However, in thinking that I’d only spent about $40, I was positive that I got a screaming deal. I promptly opened the package and gaped at the contents.
9 tablets.
I counted them a second time.
My eyes were not deceiving me after all; there was indeed one tablet shy of ten in the white paper bag before me.
So, dear reader, even at a discount, possible liberation from a migraine would amount to $4.11. Without insurance? We’d be looking at something more in the realms of $30.11.
Yeah, I’m in shock too.
Still thinking about pancreases and spleens.
