Well, I got good news from the clinical trial nurse. If she wasn't speaking out of turn, I won't pay anything for the drug.
When I complained on behalf of all other people with MS in the world who might feel Four Thousand Dollars a Month (not a typo) is excessive, she explained that somehow it was cheaper for the manufacturer to pay for my tests than to pay the insurance companies. I don't know why the manufacturer is paying the insurance company, or if she got that backward, or what is going on. I pressed that there are a lot of sick people not on the trial and not on insurance, and the conversation turned to how busy she was, and I don't blame her. Still, Spartacus feels bad.
In case I would have been charged 4K a month for drugs, Gary added me back to his insurance, so I'll have to be hospitalized to make good use of that. I might be deathly ill at this very moment. During the last 15 minutes of Desperate Housewives, I ran to the bathroom twice and then barfed in front of the couch. Gary said it was a "Family Guy" style of vomit. Just sitting there, then water hose of vomit, then done.
And when I was in the bathroom cleaning myself up he cleaned up the floor. LOVE.
Streak of luck for the week: Got an 84 on my test, I'm up 4K a month, I don't have to clean up my own puke (priceless).