Today was fill my prescriptions at CVS day. I've gotta be honest. My body is rapidly deterioriting and trying to find the right meds is like looking for a dime in Flanders Fields.

I take a medication, a daily inhaler for COPD. It's due to a combo of years of smoking and genetics, I'm sure. My doctor got the brilliant idea that I could use another drug called SPIRIVA. It's a pill that fits into a gizmo. I inhale it and exhale. Easy enough right? Anyway, my CVS dude told me it would cost $550 for a monthly supply. I'd rather die of asphyxiation that part with that much cash which may be the case. I have to be honest with you. When the guy told me the price I started laughting and continued. I almost keeled over from lack of breath.

After this debacle I made a trip down Dublin Road to my local Kroger store when a gas station sign caught my eye. It read $2.49 per gallon. Wowie! Only three weeks or so ago before of those executive orders was instituted fuel was running at $189.9. I did some quick computing and if when I fill my tank I'll be spending $9.10 more than I'm accustomed to doing. Very soon if this trend continues we'll be talking real money. But it's worth it. Joey doesn't twitter and that's what counts in the long run.

Oh yeah, thanks to my cousin sending me a Valentine card I remembered I should get one for the Queen. I knew looking at CVS would be a waste because of the high prices. I picked one up, looked at the bottom on the back as saw $8.89. I sort of thought I might be able to pick one up at Kroger's. The rack was near the front door. I noticed a cheesy looking one. There was a wobbly looking picture of a pizza pie on the front. I opened the card. The wording was, 'You're a big pizza part of my life'. It was corning but doable. The price? Well, $5.55. Dollar store here I come.