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[Guest]

This is the web site for GlaxoSmithKline, the manufacturer of Advair. They have several different programs where they sell at low/no cost to people in need. If you get it directly from them you won't have any quality / substitution issues with which to contend.

http://www.gskforyou.com/

I was going to suggest that. Also, good doctors give out samples of drugs that their drug reps give them. They also have in-clinic/state programs that dispense drugs for no cost. A client just has to ask about them. Their health care provider(s) can work something out and/or give suggestions too.

 

[Homburg]

She can analyze the hell of your stock portfolio, but she usually doesn't 'get' poetry. She sat on the sofa with me, as she read it, and didn’t say anything for quite some time. I finally dared to look at her and she was silently crying. Amy never cries. She is tough – she kicks ass. She excels in a man dominated, gender biased industry. To see tears running down her cheeks is one of the most powerful things I have ever witnessed.

If people think that my poetry sucks – I no longer care. It made the most important person in my life feel a tiny bit more love for me – so it was perfect.

To my eyes, there is no reaction more important than this.

 

[Angeline]

For the past two weeks, for an indefinite time, I am sharing my apt with a man who until then found himself on the street. He has emphysema. One of the drugs to deal with this illness is Advair. There are several Internet pages advertising Advair, among them:

• NorthWestPharmacy
• NexTag
• NexTag generic

Some deals are much better (?) than others. In particular NorthWestPharmacy looks attractive (attractive is not the best word in such a gloomy context). Is it too attractive? Is NWP a solid business?

I would appreciate a quick feedback (s/he who gives fast gives twice) because my friend is suffering.

Best regards,

Senna, you and your friend should look into the Partnership for Prescription Assitance. It's a consortium of drug companies and other donors who help those in need get their prescriptions at little or no cost. I'm not sure how quick you could get it, but I know people who get free prescriptions through this program.

Good luck. You know for being such a curmudgeon, you have a pretty good heart.

 

[Angeline]

On Senna, the other thing I just thought of is that places like Wal-Mart and Target and K-Mart have pharmacies that make generics of many medications available very inexpensively. I get one prescription at Target for $5 a month. I'm not sure that Advair is on the list, but it's worth checking. He'd need a prescription, of course, but there should be a clinic where he can get one if he doesn't have one.

 

[WickedEve]

On Senna, the other thing I just thought of is that places like Wal-Mart and Target and K-Mart have pharmacies that make generics of many medications available very inexpensively. I get one prescription at Target for $5 a month. I'm not sure that Advair is on the list, but it's worth checking. He'd need a prescription, of course, but there should be a clinic where he can get one if he doesn't have one.

I forgot about the $5 deals at places like Wal-mart. Good idea. There should be help for his friend. He may even qualify for SSI, which would give him medicaid.

 

[Tzara]

Thank you, Tzara. You can dispense advice like that to me any time you'd like, because you helped me make Amy cry last night.

Well, so long as it was a "good" cry.

If not for your 'gentle whack on the back of the head' I wouldn't have shown the poem to her, but, I did once the kids were in bed.

She can analyze the hell out of your stock portfolio, but she usually doesn't 'get' poetry. She sat on the sofa with me, as she read it, and didn’t say anything for quite some time. I finally dared to look at her and she was silently crying. Amy never cries. She is tough – she kicks ass. She excels in a man dominated, gender biased industry. To see tears running down her cheeks is one of the most powerful things I have ever witnessed.

If people think that my poetry sucks – I no longer care. It made the most important person in my life feel a tiny bit more love for me – so it was perfect.

Good! I'm glad she liked it.

Now I'll just get back to my usual business of being an obnoxious twit.

 

[Safe_Bet]

Sorry, Champagne1982 - I’m about to scrub my drawers in public. This might not be the right place, but, I’ve got to get this out of me or I’ll very quickly rot from within.

I can’t share this with the love of my life because she will only rush home to comfort me, get so angry that she has a stroke, or both. I love her too much to see this affect her the way I know it will. It also is something that neither of us can change. So, sorry guys, you get to watch me scrub at the shit stains of my life.

Just got off the phone with my father. More correctly, now, I should say with the person who caused me to be born. He’s not ‘Daddy’ anymore. I know it’s true because he just told me so. I’m not ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ anymore, either. I am now a ‘disgraceful deviant’ and my two darling little girls have gone from granddaughters to ‘abominations’.

Seems that he has recently had several conversations with the kind, upstanding minister of the church my family attends. He has ‘come to see the light’ about my perverted lifestyle. All’s not lost, however. As he put it, “I simply have to leave my wicked life behind, put the two ‘abominations’ in foster care, cease any plans to ‘flaunt myself in God’s sight’ by going through this ‘farce’ of a wedding" and, of course, come to the church and confess my sins. Piece of cake.

Not surprisingly, he anticipated my ‘vulgar reply’. (I told him, “FUCK YOU, you sanctimonious asshole”) That is why he, and the rest of my entire family, will soon be standing in front of the congregation to disown me and my satanic ways. Always being the perfectionist, he has already prepared the legal documents to make this official, too. So bottom line: Come Saturday, I’m marrying my soul mate, with our two loving daughters acting as bridesmaids. On Sunday, I will be decried as an ‘aberrant Whore of Babylon’ who bore ‘The Devil’s Spawn’. It’s going to be a busy weekend. At least we won't have the problem of out of town house guests.

As a parting gift, the man that caused me to be born told me he pitied me my wasted life and to never contact him or anyone in ‘his’ family again. He said that I am all alone in the world now.

The FUCK I AM! You heartless, fucking sheep! I have three people who love me with all their hearts and who love me for what and who I am. Sorry for disappointing you ‘Dad’ by not being a ‘good’ girl and getting knocked up at 16 by the guys on the football team or by not being a fucking coke whore. I know those would have been OK because at least I wouldn’t be a fucking ‘queer’!

 

[Homburg]

My folks didn't go this far when I was outed as poly, and my gal as bi. They sure as hell didn't like it, but I wasn't disowned. You have my deepest sympathies, safe_bet.

Frankly, if they're this judgemental and messed up, you are likely to be better off without them muddying up your life.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

My dear girl as far as I have read in the bible God is love and I can see you have an abundance of that , so take your love and rejoice in it for as far as I can see your love is far far more to be envied and desired than any sanctimonious clap trap that spews out of mouths of someone not worthy of cleaning your shoes .... oops sorry got bit carried away there but I am sooooooo angry on your behalf. You're well rid sweetheart

 

[WickedEve]

Sorry, Champagne1982 - I’m about to scrub my drawers in public. This might not be the right place, but, I’ve got to get this out of me or I’ll very quickly rot from within.

I can’t share this with the love of my life because she will only rush home to comfort me, get so angry that she has a stroke, or both. I love her too much to see this affect her the way I know it will. It also is something that neither of us can change. So, sorry guys, you get to watch me scrub at the shit stains of my life.

Just got off the phone with my father. More correctly, now, I should say with the person who caused me to be born. He’s not ‘Daddy’ anymore. I know it’s true because he just told me so. I’m not ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ anymore, either. I am now a ‘disgraceful deviant’ and my two darling little girls have gone from granddaughters to ‘abominations’.

Seems that he has recently had several conversations with the kind, upstanding minister of the church my family attends. He has ‘come to see the light’ about my perverted lifestyle. All’s not lost, however. As he put it, “I simply have to leave my wicked life behind, put the two ‘abominations’ in foster care, cease any plans to ‘flaunt myself in God’s sight’ by going through this ‘farce’ of a wedding" and, of course, come to the church and confess my sins. Piece of cake.

Not surprisingly, he anticipated my ‘vulgar reply’. (I told him, “FUCK YOU, you sanctimonious asshole”) That is why he, and the rest of my entire family, will soon be standing in front of the congregation to disown me and my satanic ways. Always being the perfectionist, he has already prepared the legal documents to make this official, too. So bottom line: Come Saturday, I’m marrying my soul mate, with our two loving daughters acting as bridesmaids. On Sunday, I will be decried as an ‘aberrant Whore of Babylon’ who bore ‘The Devil’s Spawn’. It’s going to be a busy weekend. At least we won't have the problem of out of town house guests.

As a parting gift, the man that caused me to be born told me he pitied me my wasted life and to never contact him or anyone in ‘his’ family again. He said that I am all alone in the world now.

The FUCK I AM! You heartless, fucking sheep! I have three people who love me with all their hearts and who love me for what and who I am. Sorry for disappointing you ‘Dad’ by not being a ‘good’ girl and getting knocked up at 16 by the guys on the football team or by not being a fucking coke whore. I know those would have been OK because at least I wouldn’t be a fucking ‘queer’!

I would tell him if he ever needs to have a polite communication that he's welcome to contact you. Tell him you have no hard feelings and you are now going on with your life. That will frustrate him more than you can imagine, and you will be walking away with your dignity and a clear conscience on how your relationship with him ended.

The comments he made about the children are unforgivable. Now all you have to do is have a happy life -- probably a happier one than he'll have.

 

[Angeline]

Sorry, Champagne1982 - I’m about to scrub my drawers in public. This might not be the right place, but, I’ve got to get this out of me or I’ll very quickly rot from within.

I can’t share this with the love of my life because she will only rush home to comfort me, get so angry that she has a stroke, or both. I love her too much to see this affect her the way I know it will. It also is something that neither of us can change. So, sorry guys, you get to watch me scrub at the shit stains of my life.

Just got off the phone with my father. More correctly, now, I should say with the person who caused me to be born. He’s not ‘Daddy’ anymore. I know it’s true because he just told me so. I’m not ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ anymore, either. I am now a ‘disgraceful deviant’ and my two darling little girls have gone from granddaughters to ‘abominations’.

Seems that he has recently had several conversations with the kind, upstanding minister of the church my family attends. He has ‘come to see the light’ about my perverted lifestyle. All’s not lost, however. As he put it, “I simply have to leave my wicked life behind, put the two ‘abominations’ in foster care, cease any plans to ‘flaunt myself in God’s sight’ by going through this ‘farce’ of a wedding" and, of course, come to the church and confess my sins. Piece of cake.

Not surprisingly, he anticipated my ‘vulgar reply’. (I told him, “FUCK YOU, you sanctimonious asshole”) That is why he, and the rest of my entire family, will soon be standing in front of the congregation to disown me and my satanic ways. Always being the perfectionist, he has already prepared the legal documents to make this official, too. So bottom line: Come Saturday, I’m marrying my soul mate, with our two loving daughters acting as bridesmaids. On Sunday, I will be decried as an ‘aberrant Whore of Babylon’ who bore ‘The Devil’s Spawn’. It’s going to be a busy weekend. At least we won't have the problem of out of town house guests.

As a parting gift, the man that caused me to be born told me he pitied me my wasted life and to never contact him or anyone in ‘his’ family again. He said that I am all alone in the world now.

The FUCK I AM! You heartless, fucking sheep! I have three people who love me with all their hearts and who love me for what and who I am. Sorry for disappointing you ‘Dad’ by not being a ‘good’ girl and getting knocked up at 16 by the guys on the football team or by not being a fucking coke whore. I know those would have been OK because at least I wouldn’t be a fucking ‘queer’!

I agree with the other commenters. You're in love, you and your children are happy, so indeed screw him and the sanctimonious congregation who would judge you and your happiness.

When my marriage broke up, all my so-called closest friends (a few of over 30 years duration) dropped me like a hot potato and sided with my ex, primarily because I didn't stay to work it out (after years of trying and marriage counseling) for the "children's sake." Also because I "ran off" with an "Internet stalker." Never mind that these same people had watched my marriage break down over many years or that my ex and I couldn't be in the same room without screaming at each other. Never mind that I had virtually no family and considered these friends my family. And most important, never mind what effect all this was having on our children.

And guess what? It's almost five years later, my kids are doing great and the crazy Internet stalker still loves me like no one I've ever known before in my life. You will be fine and it's their loss, not yours.

 

[Anschul]

I agree with the other commenters. You're in love, you and your children are happy, so indeed screw him and the sanctimonious congregation who would judge you and your happiness.

When my marriage broke up, all my so-called closest friends (a few of over 30 years duration) dropped me like a hot potato and sided with my ex, primarily because I didn't stay to work it out (after years of trying and marriage counseling) for the "children's sake." Also because I "ran off" with an "Internet stalker." Never mind that these same people had watched my marriage break down over many years or that my ex and I couldn't be in the same room without screaming at each other. Never mind that I had virtually no family and considered these friends my family. And most important, never mind what effect all this was having on our children.

And guess what? It's almost five years later, my kids are doing great and the crazy Internet stalker still loves me like no one I've ever known before in my life. You will be fine and it's their loss, not yours.

I'm with the others. S_B, you have a beautiful spirit, and people who love you, not to mention a small, sick and demented support group here, made up of a lot of folks who have felt the sting of ingorance. I agree with Angeline: Part with him gently and happily. Thank him for raising you to have the courage to follow your heart and the wisdom to recognize it. Give him the credit for teaching you how to see the path that is perfect for you.

And then move on.

In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Paul McCartney said that.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

What they said.

And that sort of vent is not at all what Champy was talking about; what you're doing here is absolutely appropriate and this is the place for it.

There are far more than three people who love you. Of that I'm rather sure. You can start with the folks in here, like me. I think you're fabulous and neato, and I bet everyone else does too.

Spiritually speaking, there's an odd positive to this. You're starting your marriage absolutely clean, unhindered by unresolved issues, unencumbered by the dead weight of judgment and condemnation. That thread will be cut, and you can cut it on your side too, with love and compassion but with firmness. No one who doesn't love who I truly am gets to be part of this, or me, any more.

Accepting you and loving you was a test for them, to help them reach the REAL divine, and they have, so far, failed. You don't need to keep giving them chances to redeem themselves; your job is done there. On the other hand, I'm quite sure this isn't the last chance "god" will give them, and because of the choices they are making, it won't be as easy for them next time. heh heh.

blessings, blessings on your REAL family, and on your commitment to each other. THAT's what you get to focus on now, without any more distractions.

xo
bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

EE You never told me you were a crazy internet stalker!
Oh I got it too I was a floozy and a hussy who literally ran way with a man old enough to be my father (if he started early) I was called Ron's mid life crisis by one of his many sisters. I shook his masonic friends to the core I mean if one man his age could go running off with some hussy what might the rest of them do? I got told ladies of a certain age didn't do that sort of thing they knuckled down with what they had and made the best of it but I never wanted sonething so much in all my life and I pulled every dirty trick in the book to get it

 

[unpredictablebijou]

EE You never told me you were a crazy internet stalker!
Oh I got it too I was a floozy and a hussy who literally ran way with a man old enough to be my father (if he started early) I was called Ron's mid life crisis by one of his many sisters. I shook his masonic friends to the core I mean if one man his age could go running off with some hussy what might the rest of them do? I got told ladies of a certain age didn't do that sort of thing they knuckled down with what they had and made the best of it but I never wanted sonething so much in all my life and I pulled every dirty trick in the book to get it

There ya go. However scandalous we are, there's always someone in the world who's even more scandalous.

Like Annie here.

And, well, me.

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

 

[Safe_Bet]

Thanks guys. I REALLY, REALLY mean that!

Sassy: You hit it on the nose (again ) The girls are still 'jumping'

Angeline: Hearing about "the crazy Internet stalker" was like a big, warm hug.

Eve: I hear you, but I'm not there yet. I can't be civil or polite yet to anyone who called my kids 'abominations' (and meant it) Plus, he probably has 'deviant blocking' set up on his phone. What the hell, maybe we can have him stuffed and put on the shelf at 'Cooters Grocery'

UYS: Makes me feel real good when sombody is willing to get mad for me.

BJ: Thanks for reminding me of my REAL family. I need to focus on the important things like you said.

Homburg & Anschul: You two are alright for guys! Mean that. Thanks for the support.

Life goes on. this isn't something that came out of the blue anyway. We've been getting shit for the eight years we've been together. I can deal with that. Even the girls understand that Grandpa doesn't like them because of them having two mommies. The 'disowned & never call 'my' family' crap threw me for a bit, but I'm back on track now. So, thanks everybody. Onward and upward - got a flipping wedding to get ready for!

 

[Tzara]

I can't be civil or polite yet to anyone who called my kids 'abominations' (and meant it)

While the whole thing is disturbing, this was the part that bothered me the most. What do your kids have to do with anything, regardless of how he feels about you?

But then it is obvious no intelligence was operating behind his behavior.

As others have said: focus on the positive of your family unit and all of you be happy.

 

[Angeline]

EE You never told me you were a crazy internet stalker!
Oh I got it too I was a floozy and a hussy who literally ran way with a man old enough to be my father (if he started early) I was called Ron's mid life crisis by one of his many sisters. I shook his masonic friends to the core I mean if one man his age could go running off with some hussy what might the rest of them do? I got told ladies of a certain age didn't do that sort of thing they knuckled down with what they had and made the best of it but I never wanted sonething so much in all my life and I pulled every dirty trick in the book to get it

Well yes he's pretty crazy (maybe not as crazy as me but few are) although now that he has me he cut out that stalking shit.

He and I have often said to each other that with all the nutty theories people have about why we ended up together, they've always seemed to miss out on the only one that counts. We just fell in love with each other. Like, real love. It happens.

 

[Safe_Bet]

Well yes he's pretty crazy (maybe not as crazy as me but few are)

Ummm, you live in Maine, dear. Wasn't that statement kind of redundant?​

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Well yes he's pretty crazy (maybe not as crazy as me but few are) although now that he has me he cut out that stalking shit.

He and I have often said to each other that with all the nutty theories people have about why we ended up together, they've always seemed to miss out on the only one that counts. We just fell in love with each other. Like, real love. It happens.

I'm always telling Ron I never meant to fall in love with you, when I first saw him I didn't even like him that much and when he first saw me he thought who on earth is that noisy blonde? But all the ladies love him he was brought up to treat all women as ladies and he does whatever their age and I always know when he is talking to one on the phone because his voice changes into seductive mode! Before he met me he was no angel and was a toughie when he was younger, he got taught to be a boxer in the Army because they put him in the ring after he decked a Corporal! He grew up in the Cockney world of hard knocks and as I said was no angel but I am sure he has never strayed since. Funny how and where you meet the right one and I just thank God I did find him and I fought bloody hard to keep him.

 

[Safe_Bet]

Dear Kind Ladies and Gentlemen,

This is Sue’s world, but she is letting intrude, so I can say my brief piece:

Please allow me to extend my thanks for your kind and supportive words to Sue, earlier today. I had to pry exactly what transpired out of her, but she finally explained everything and allowed me to read your postings. You have all been exceptionally caring and generous, in spite of Sue being a little nuts at the moment.

Sadly, what occurred has been building for quite some time. I’m afraid that it was unavoidable, but I just wish it had happened at a different time, for Sue’s and the girl’s sake.

In any event, I am very appreciative of your support. She has been raving about her newfound acquaintances for the last few days and now I can see why. It seems in a remarkably short time, as always, Sue has made some very dear and loyal friends. Thank you for that most of all.

Amy

 

[Safe_Bet]

ummmm, now THAT was embarassing!

But ain't she just the sweetest thing in the world?

 

[Homburg]

EE You never told me you were a crazy internet stalker!
Oh I got it too I was a floozy and a hussy who literally ran way with a man old enough to be my father (if he started early) I was called Ron's mid life crisis by one of his many sisters. I shook his masonic friends to the core I mean if one man his age could go running off with some hussy what might the rest of them do? I got told ladies of a certain age didn't do that sort of thing they knuckled down with what they had and made the best of it but I never wanted sonething so much in all my life and I pulled every dirty trick in the book to get it

MIS got called a homewrecker by her own mother =P

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Homburg & Anschul: You two are alright for guys! Mean that. Thanks for the support.

Absolutely. This is not the first time I've been that I was okay, for a guy, or for a straight guy at that I personally think that you'll do fine, Safe_Bet.

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Dear Kind Ladies and Gentlemen,

This is Sue’s world, but she is letting intrude, so I can say my brief piece:

Please allow me to extend my thanks for your kind and supportive words to Sue, earlier today. I had to pry exactly what transpired out of her, but she finally explained everything and allowed me to read your postings. You have all been exceptionally caring and generous, in spite of Sue being a little nuts at the moment.

Sadly, what occurred has been building for quite some time. I’m afraid that it was unavoidable, but I just wish it had happened at a different time, for Sue’s and the girl’s sake.

In any event, I am very appreciative of your support. She has been raving about her newfound acquaintances for the last few days and now I can see why. It seems in a remarkably short time, as always, Sue has made some very dear and loyal friends. Thank you for that most of all.

Amy

Amy, congratulations on your impending nuptials. I truly wish you and Sue the absolute best, and personally hope for a day (SOON, DAMMIT!) when national law will recognise your marriage the same way it does mine. (Then maybe we can work so that poly folks like myself and Bij can get our OSO's the same legal recognition and protection.)

 

[unpredictablebijou]

(Then maybe we can work so that poly folks like myself and Bij can get our OSO's the same legal recognition and protection.)

Word.

And in the meantime, as I've often said, contracts are contracts. I'd rather make my own with whom and in the way I choose, than have a set of assumptions made for me by traditional marriage law.

I've never been legally married; it's a legal and financial commitment, and I have those anyway with anyone who's important in my life. If you write them yourself, you can say anything you want, and you don't have to deal with all of the misogyny and idiocy that still characterizes marriage law.

When Denver instituted the domestic couples registry a few years back, and they had a big fabulous party down at the courthouse on Valentine's day, registering all the gay couples, we went and tried to register as a triad. It totally blew up their system. They just weren't set up to type in more than two names.

*sigh* too early. Maybe someday it will be okay to love more than one person.

til then I guess I'll just be a spy in the house of love.

bj