Today was THE DAY. The ARNP popped blue smoke and arms out to line up a landing. Solvaldi time is one month to guns hot. I’ve been waiting for this for seven years so it’s a milestone in my life even bigger than kicking ass with VA. Well, actually I’ve been waiting for this since I got the bug in 1970. I just didn’t know I was dying from it.

ARPN Tobi Ann showed me the magic chart for dummies that illustrates the word Genotype 3 in  bold 48-point followed by the words Sovaldi + Ribavirin X 24 weeks just in case I was out of the loop on this.

I will be SVR within four weeks guaranteed according to Miz Tobi. If I never attain SVR, I will still inhibit the bug so greatly that I’ll probably die of old age. 83% chance of success is the prediction.

The last admonition was that I was going to consider Miz Tobi as Nurse You-know-who before this was all over. She stated in no uncertain terms that blood tests, when ordered, shall be complied with RFN. Fair trade. My life for six months of inconvenience?

So, let me see if I get this right. $180,000.00 worth of medication, all my blood labs, a new shot at living out my natural life, quite possibly the remission of the majority of the autoimmune issues I currently suffer including the Autoimmune Hepatitis, gradual restoration of part of my liver, improved liver function, pruritis remission-basically my life back- all for six prescriptions times $5.00 per copay for a total of $30.00? What’s the catch?

I must be in heaven, man. I haven’t felt this way since 1969. It was my graduation present. Two tickets to three days of a Music and Arts Festival in upstate New York. 450 yds out @ 5 o’clock.  The idea of living just gives me a shit-eaten grin tonight. Thank you Big Pharma. I finally passed the audition.

8/16/ 1969 Wavy Gravy states
“We must be in Heaven, man!”

CLEAR PROP!