He knew what the problem was—for years, he was under the care of a pulmonologist for his chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. The diagnosis was well earned, after many years of smoking in a previous era, when smoking was encouraged. Honestly, his condition had not changed much: diminished air exchange, a faint wheeze at the end. I had just never thought of it as my problem to fix.
When he started telling me about scouring the shelves of his local pharmacy for Primatene Mist, an inhaled form of epinephrine that was taken off the market in 2011, I knew I had to step in, at least temporarily. I gave him a prescription for a few inhalers, extracted from him a promise to find a new lung doctor and sent him off. My good deed for the day.
I am not a conspiracist. I don’t believe a dark state is controlling the government. … I’m pretty sure that wasn’t Elvis who was spotted in the Nashville Publix parking lot. That said, I find it difficult to look at the price of generic drugs & not wonder whether the conspiracists may be onto something.