Today I called my doctor to refil my prescription, and apparently there is a problem with my medication. The receptionist informed me that the generic medication that I've been taking for the past 25 days of so "isn't as good" as the Synthroid that I had been prescribed. I was told that the doctor insists on his patients taking the namebrand medication.
Yeah, that's great lady. I'm a firm believer in generics. I buy generic cereals, pastas, and pain relievers. I drink store brand milk, eat store brand baby spinach. I don't see the point in spending extra money because the company on the label did a kickass commercial.
I didn't request the generic, but the pharmacist switched it out, and I appreciate it. Money is tight. I haven't worked in almost a year, and my husband is leaving his job shortly. I realize that I probably only saved $5, but I find it hard to believe that the FDA approved a medication that wasn't as good as the original.
I worked out again today ... 45 minutes of walking at a brisk pace, which was tough to do considering it got up to 90 degrees today. Next time, I'll wait until the sun goes down.
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