Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Read The Next Few Posts Slowly

As I am afraid they are the last you will hear from the Drugnazi for awhile. I am temporarily taking the advice of those who say that if you don't love America you should leave. Assuming I haven't been added to the federal no fly list, I will be escaping from Bushland this week for a well deserved vacation. Unfortunately I will have to return. This is wonderful news for you however, as it means someday soon I will once again be sitting in front of my computer late at night will a double shot of scotch at my side and little to do. Until then, enjoy tonight's proliferation of words and feel free to browse the archive. Think of them as summer reruns.

Wouldn't It Be His Partner That Would Need Help Getting Excited?

Our doctor shopping, narcotic addict friend Rush Limbaugh is back in the news again. Yup, it's a drug problem, but not what you might think:

Conservative talk show host Rush Limbaugh was detained at Palm Beach International Airport for the possible possession of illegal prescription drugs Monday evening.

Limbaugh was returning on a flight from the Dominican Republic when customs officials found a Viagra prescription that did not bear his name. Instead, the bottle of pills had the names of two doctors on it according to the Palm Beach Sheriff’s Office.


Two questions:

Rush Limbaugh being who he is, obtaining a legitimate prescription for Viagra would be as hard as saying "get me some Viagra!" to his personal assistant. Read this post to see how difficult it is to order a doctor around. Why the need to get some in the Dominican Republic?

Customs allows a person to bring back a 90 day supply of a medicine for personal use if it was obtained legally in the country they just visited. People take advantage of this "Mexican loophole" everyday. So why the shady semi-legitimate Dominican bottle?

My theory; The Dominican Republic is known for it's....um...."adult" resorts. Like this one, or this one, or maybe this one. You get the idea. So let's say upon checking into one of these um, "resorts" you find a little gift pack. Not implausible that such a thing might have a few Viagra in it, now is it? If there are any real journalists out there reading this, or even someone from the National Enquirer........PPPPPPLLLLEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEEEE follow up. Just remember who gave you the tip......

Memo To Customer:

When I haven't heard of a product, when you ask me about it again 2 minutes later, chances will be very good that I still haven't heard of it.

Were you rubbing it in my face that you knew of something the man in the white lab coat did not? If so I cannot help but to be hurt by your cruelty.

Were you testing me to see if I was paying attention? If so I can not help but to be offended at your underhanded duplicitousness.

Or were you just butchering the name of something you saw on TV at 3 in the morning? Given the fact that you used slightly different names both times you asked, this would seem to be the most likely possibility. In this case I am simply annoyed at your incompetence.

When Your Doctor's A Pussy, It May Have Adverse Consequences For Your Health

The lady looked a bit confused when I showed up at the counter with a nose spray. Nothing unusual there. Many of my customers spend most of their day looking and/or being confused.

The confusion only grew though as I started explaining that her new allergy med may take a few weeks to reach full effect, so sometimes people will use an antihistamine like Claritin to help cope with immediate symptoms until the nose spray kicks in.

After a few seconds of silence......"Allergies?.....is this the medicine we saw on TV?"

"Well, I'm not sure what you saw on TV ma'am, what was the problem that led you to see your doctor?"

After a game of 20 questions with the customer, I was able to piece together the situation that led to her crisis of confusion at the counter. The situation unfolded as follows:

Old man sees a commercial on the TV for something that he just knows he needs. He then orders his wife, and obedient Midwestern depression-era husband-servant type to call their doctor and get him some. The doctor, a limp wristed, yes sir how high should I jump sir, rich asshole-servant type, does as he is told. Except that somewhere in the process the name of the med is garbled just a bit, and instead of the Flomax the old man was sure he needed to help shrink his prostate and help him pee, a prescription is issued for Flonase, the aforementioned nasal spray.

Obviously Dr. Dumbass never saw, spoke with, or cared the slightest bit about his patient. As a result it would not have been outside the realm of possibility that the patient would have tried to spray some allergy medicine up his butt to get to his bad prostate. Trust me, stranger things have happened.

Fortunately, OBRA and I saved the rich asshole from his and his doctors mutual stupidity. OBRA is the law that mandates that I offer to explain your medicine to you when you pick it up. It stands for The Omnibus Budget Reconciliation Act of 1990. You get the connection between budget reconciliation and me explaining your medicine to you, right? It's as obvious as the link between Health Insurance Portability and Accountability (HIPAA) and me giving you a little slip of paper you will never read explaining your privacy rights in a way you won't understand. Who knows how your brains got so warped federal bureaucrats, but you kept an old man from spraying his ass today. Here's to you.

Friday, June 23, 2006

You Know Why I Hate Fake Boobs?

I'll tell you why I hate fake boobs. Because tonight there is a woman somewhere out there putting hope in a bottle of iron tablets. That's why I hate fake boobs.

I suppose I should back up a bit, lest you think the drugnazi has spent another Friday night with his friend Mr. Scotch. It all starts when a woman comes up to the counter and asks what kind of vitamin might be good to take to help a person's energy. Every pharmacist has been asked this. Here's how the conversation usually goes:

Me: Most of the time a person feels run down it's because they're just working too hard, not getting enough sleep, stressed out, that kind of thing, and there's not really a vitamin that's going to help with that. There are times when a vitamin deficiency can make a person feel tired, but it's usually a case of a person pushing themselves too hard.

About half the people will stop here, agree that they are indeed working too hard and stressed out, and leave with a smile on their face. People take acknowledgement that they are being run into the ground as one of the most wonderful complements they can receive.

The other half goes into "I am going to buy something no matter what you tell me" mode. Every pharmacist is familiar with this as well. Getting some rest is anti-american on so many levels. Not only are you not working hard when you give your body time to recharge, you are not buying anything, thereby contributing to the downfall of western civilization just as surely as Osama Bin Ladin himself. (remember Osama? George Bush doesn't) These patriotic Americans get the "it's possible a deficiency in iron or vitamin B could cause a person to be chronically tired, however, YOU SHOULD HEAR FROM A DOCTOR that this is the problem in your case before you try taking anything." speech

The customer, having been instructed on a possible way to spend money, will never fail at this point to immediately go to the vitamin aisle, and the lady tonight was no exception. She returns shortly with a bottle of iron tablets and one more question:

"There's been a lot of blood when I poo-poo. Will these help with that too?"

Ok, this is serious now. This woman needs a DOCTOR, and the drugnazi tells her this in no uncertain terms.

She gets very quiet, then asks, "Do you know where I could buy health insurance?" She's probably undocumented, and obviously a pretty recent arrival, but knows enough about the system to know uninsured=screwed.

I tell her about the low income clinic down the street, the one that hasn't been able to keep it's doors open on a regular basis since the regular doctor left. I think he burned out. I don't really blame him. She gave me a quiet thank you and I knew that she was going to take those goddamn iron tablets hoping they were going to fix everything.

As she walked out the door, I thought of this guy I knew in high school. Maybe the only person I've ever met whom I might say is as smart as me, he went to med school, and, as some of you might have guessed already, is now a plastic surgeon. Last I heard he limited his practice almost exclusively to rich women who's self esteem can be tied to having either salt water or a silicon/oxygen polymer placed under their boob skin. "That way I don't have to deal with the riff raff" he told me at our last high school reunion.

It's a lot easier to hold the riff raff in contempt when you don't have to look them in the eyes. I can't get that woman's face out of my mind. I may be the only one who cares about her and I can't help. I hate fake boobs.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

The Maturity Triumvirate Is Now Complete.

Maybe I should start a new "I can't believe that's their real name" category for my little blog garden. First we had Dr. Janet Woodcock (huh-huh, huh-huh), the deputy commissioner for operations at the FDA, keeping us safe from adolescent sex-based cults.

Next we had Rear Admiral Harry Harris, (huh-huh, huh-huh, huh-huh), commander of the prison at Guantanamo, who thinks that suicide is really all about us.

And now from the world of politics, the drugnazi would like to introduce the Republican nominee for United States Senate from the state of California, a man who I'm sure will be working very hard between now and November to make a deep, personal connection with each and every voter he comes in contact with.

Dick Mountjoy.

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I swear I'm not making this up. Here's his website. Here's a man who has a choice between calling himself a name that is synonymous with wealthy and a name that is slang for the male sexual organ, chooses the later, and wants me to believe that he has the judgment to be a United States Senator. I didn't think it was possible, but I'll be damned if the Republicans didn't go and find someone more mockable than Dianne Feinstein

For those of you too kind or, um, mature, to make fun of someone just because of their name, I'll point you to this, cut and pasted from Mountjoy's website:

The time has come for those who live their lives by Judeo Christian beliefs – Americans of all faiths and all political parties—to rise up and speak with one voice across America (emphasis mine)


There, now you can make fun of him for apparently believing that there are Buddhists, Hindus, Muslims, Animists and Satan Worshipers who live their lives by Judeo Christian beliefs.

In other words, he's stupid. On many levels. Please join me in mocking him relentlessly.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

You May Have Picked Up By Now I'm Not Exactly A Fan Of Big Pharma.

Call me what you will, but experimenting on powerless children of the 3rd world, cranking up the marketing machine to convince you you need drugs that may kill you, or just charging insanely high prices for a chance to live, will not earn you any cheers from the drugnazi. Until today I would have described my problem with Big Pharma as the way they manipulate the pursuit of science to suck in every last possible dollar. "Medicines are for people, not for profit" was supposedly the founding principle of Merck and Co. Seriously. I suppose that philosophy lasted until around the time of Merck's IPO.

Today I found out that just as George Merck was wrong when he opined upon the relationship between drug companies and profit, I was wrong when I opined about drug companies and the pursuit of science. They don't need no stinking science. From ABC news comes this tale of unrestrained capitalism:

Sen. Charles Grassley, R-IA, was sent home empty-handed today by federal health officials who refused the powerful Republican access to information on a controversial drug approved by the FDA.

Grassley has been investigating why FDA officials approved the sale of the antibiotic Ketek even after the government learned safety tests on the drug had been forged. Grassley wanted to speak with the FDA investigator who uncovered the fraud.

A former nurse, Michelle Snedeker, told ABC News she was ordered to forge documents and report data on people who had not even been given Ketek. The doctor was paid $400 for each of the 407 subjects that she enrolled for the study.


OK, this is my favorite part:

The maker of Ketek, Sanofi-Aventis, says "the benefit of Ketek outweighs any known risk."


Well, yeah, when you FORGE SAFETY TESTS the "known safety risks" may be a wee bit lower than reality.....am I the only person who can see a possible connection between the FORGED SAFETY TESTS and this?

According to an FDA document obtained by ABC News, there have been reports of four deaths and 35 liver failures or serious injuries among people taking the drug,


Christ on a cracker. Your government has your back though, as the story goes on to say:

An FDA spokesman said the agency was considering the addition of a warning label on the outside package of the prescription drug.


A warning label. Thank God. I'm Going to go beat my head aginst the wall for awhile.....

The Seriousness Of Her Condition Silenced My Tongue.

So, one of my regular old farts comes in today. He's about midrange on the annoyance scale, his main problem being that he suffers from diarrhea of the mouth. I feel a little sorry for him though, as I know his wife is a little psycho and it's left him a bit damaged. So instead of the complete blow off, I give him the courtesy of the half-listen while trying to get some work done while he drones on and on about psycho wife. "The doctor said if this prescription doesn't work he's gonna try this" he says. "What do you know about it?"

He then slid a piece of paper across the counter with the word "placebo" written on it.

Well here we are. After 5 years of college preparing me to become the public's go to man for on demand drug info, after the passage of a law mandating that I offer to talk to you about your prescription when you pick it up and over a decade honing my professional communication skills, it's come down to this. A man wants to know what the deal is on sugar pills.

In defiance of my years of indoctrination, I told him it would probably be best to hear about this med from his doctor.

A funny side note to the placebos is that they come in three different "strengths." Cebocap #1, 2, and 3. According to Walgreen's.com, the website America trusts®, they will also set you back $46 a hundred.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

None Of This Is Happening. What A Relief.

I admit the last few years have been a bit hard to take. Living under the rule of President Monkey-Boy and seeing the world pay the price for the Oedipus complex that haunts his soul, having a job where people whose eyeballs I would dearly love to gouge out with a pill counting spatula are ultimately responsible for providing the money that makes it possible for me to eat, the garbage truck that seems to show up every morning at the crack of dawn. It's getting expensive to buy enough scotch to numb my brain to the point where it's tolerable. All that is behind me though, because today I realized that it's impossible for any of this to be happening.

This revelation came to me, as so many do, as I was browsing through the day's news headlines. You've probably heard about the prison at Guantanamo Bay. You may have heard that 3 prisoners recently committed suicide there. You might have even heard the reaction of the commander at Guantanamo, who said:

"They have no regard for life, neither ours nor their own. I believe this was not an act of desperation, but an act of asymmetrical warfare waged against us."

At first this incredibly obtuse, self centered, Orwellian, life denigrating quote from the side that claims to have a culture of life may seem like just another reason to reach for the martini glass. Until you realize the name of the person who said it.

Rear Admiral Harry Harris.

Feel better now? You should. No way anyone based in reality would call themselves "Rear Admiral Harry Harris." The only place a "Rear Admiral Harry Harris" would exist is in a movie you'd see on Showtime at 2 in the morning. The character is either flamboyantly gay or a total straight arrow mockable Ted Knight in Caddyshack type who is constantly made to look foolish by some sort of Sean Penn in Fast Times At Ridgemont High "too cool for school" type protagonist, who would taunt him by purposely mispronouncing his name as something like "Rear Admiral Harry Hair-Ass"

Maybe in a Beavis and Butthead cartoon. That might be another place where you would find a "Rear Admiral Harry Harris".

Definitely not in the actual world though. Which I admit is like a ton or two of weight off my shoulders. I look forward to my eventual return to the world of real things. Of thought, reason, facts and logic ruling over animal emotions. Of a single payer health system, or at least payers that give you clear instructions as to how to file a claim. Of a person named Harry Harris being mocked relentlessly instead of running a torture camp. Hopefully I'll be there before that garbage truck has a chance to wake me up again.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Government Can't Even Not Create A Bureaucraticly Screwed-Up Policy When They Kill You.

Ok, so I'm being a living stereotype this morning, an elitist liberal leafing through his copy of The New York Times, when I come across a story about a death row inmate appealing his sentence to the Supreme Court. Nothing unusual there. Can't blame a guy for wanting to live I suppose. Buried in this story though is a piece of evidence that shows just what a fucking genius I am. Stick with me here. I've been against the death penalty for a long time now. Partly because of the whole "an eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind" thing, but mostly because, and I have 2 different ways of phrasing this depending on who I'm talking to:

1) If you're a member of the general public: Would you trust the same organization that runs the DMV to have the power of life and death?

2) If you're a member of a medical profession: Would you want the same people who run the Medicaid program in your state to decide if you live or die? (OK, their decisions may decide if some people live or die, but in a different way)

Actually I have 3 different ways of expressing my thoughts. Sometimes I'll say that capital punishment is just another big government program that doesn't work very well. That line seems to work especially well with Republicans.

It is the particulars of this man's lawsuit that proves my brilliance. It seems his argument is that the way a lethal injection is carried out in his state is cruel and unusual. According to the Times:

The focus of concern is two of the three chemicals that make up the lethal cocktail used by most states. One is sodium pentothal, an anesthetic, which Mr. Hill argues in his lawsuit is insufficient to make the procedure painless.

The second is pancuronium bromide, which causes muscle paralysis but does not block pain or interfere with consciousness. Studies indicate that while inmates who receive this drug look calm and peaceful as the third chemical, potassium chloride, is administered to stop the heart, they can actually feel intense pain without being able to express themselves.


Anyone who knows even a little bit about drugs is probably saying to themselves right now... "WTF?" Anyone ever hear of long acting barbiturates? hhheeeelllllloooooooooo.......cheap as dirt, and a little IV push sends your condemned gently drifting off to an eternal sleep. The sodium pentothal they already use is a short acting barbituate. Crank up the dose of that alone and you'll do the trick with no problem.

But no. Some bureaucrat gone wild had to come up with an unnecessarily complicated cockamamie 3-step procedure that leaves open the possibility of having someone suffer a heart attack while feeling everything and being able to express nothing. Less effective, more complicated, more expensive. Remember this the next time you're in line at the DMV. At least sooner or later you'll walk out of there alive.

So If Military And Jock Types Are The Antithesis Of Gay Men.....

What's up with calling yourself a Rear Admiral? huh huh.....huh huh.....

Tight Ends? Wide Receivers? San Francisco's most popular gay bars or highly skilled football players? You tell me.

Speaking of football, why exactly does the quarterback start every play with his hand on another man's ass-sack connection? Seems a wee bit gay.....

And then there's this:



About says it all really. Jocks, G.I. Joe, and homosexual males. So much alike they can't stand each other.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

From The Jihad Watch. Just In Case You Have Any Doubt Left These People Are Absolutely Insane.

I've written many times here about the saga of Plan B, the emergency contraceptive hated so much by the right-wing American Taliban, and the American Taliban's jihad to keep Plan B from achieving over the counter status. It annoys me to no end how they just can't admit that they hate women/and or sex and try to frame their opposition by corrupting the scientific process. I suppose though that trying to confuse people with pseudo-science is a far better option than coming up with arguments like this:

Meanwhile a government report later found that Dr. Janet Woodcock, deputy commissioner for operations at the FDA had also expressed a fear that making the drug available over the counter could lead to "extreme promiscuous behaviors such as the medication taking on an 'urban legend' status that would lead adolescents to form sex-based cults centered around the use of Plan B"

An actual medical doctor, serving in a federal agency whose mandate is to evaluate the safety and efficacy of drugs, uses her position and your tax dollars to oppose a medication because of a fear that it will lead to the formation of sex-based cults. Stop reading and let that sink in for awhile.

OK, now that you're back, write your own joke about a woman named Woodcock and sex based cults. It shouldn't be hard.

Not to minimize the danger of cults. They can do some pretty odd things. Like sponsor "purity balls." At these events:

a father gives a "purity ring" to his daughter-a symbol of the promise she makes to maintain her virginity for her future husband. Then, during her marriage ceremony, the daughter gives the ring to her new husband.


The cult in this case would be the Absinence Clearinghouse, and the cult leader a woman by the name of Leslee Unruh, who says "we think the relationship between fathers and their daughters is the key." The Abstinence Clearinghouse website says the purity ball is an event "which celebrates your 'little girl' and her gift of sexual purity"

This behavior would certainly seem to be that of a sex-based cult, not to mention creepingly close to pedophilia. Somehow though this has escaped the notice of the sex-cult watchdogs at the FDA. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that "Unruh" is the German word for "Woodcock." Not really. That was a joke. "Unruhe" can actually be translated as "to disturb the peace" which still seems very appropriate.

What isn't a joke though is how these whack jobs have, and continue to, infiltrate the highest levels of power in your country. I've just given you a little taste of the things the New York Times uncovered in it's Sunday magazine awhile back. If you're concerned about the Christian fascists and their plans for us all, it's well worth taking a look at the whole article. You can get it here.

Monday, June 05, 2006

It's Only News When It Happens to Me

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

It seems there is an issue setting the pharmacy blogsphere on fire, absolute fire I tell you. People are mad as hell and aren't going to take it anymore. Government and corporate America are conspiring to hurt people and threaten a way of life and they must be stopped!

The Medicare checks are late.

I'm not saying people aren't getting screwed. They are. Here's the situation in a nutshell. One of the biggest companies that process drug insurance claims (known as PBM's) for the new Medicare Part D is a wholly owned subsidiary of Walgreens, you know, the pharmacy America trusts. PBM's have long been known for "low & slow" reimbursement, but the Walgreens subsidiary, WHI, has taken these shitty business practices to a new level. Reports are coming in from all over the pharmacy universe of your friendly neighborhood pharmacist's business being damaged by the likes of WHI.

But wait. Someone understands their pain. A mass mailing that went out to pretty much every independently owned drugstore starts off with the words "today's challenging pharmacy environment of Medicare and Medicaid changes, pharmacist shortages and shrinking margins." The letter is from no other than Walgreens, and they're offering to put the independent out of their misery by buying their business.

Got that? One part of Walgreens (WHI) screws you, while another part says. "Oh man, you're really getting screwed. I'll do you a favor and buy you out" Call me crazy, but I'd be willing to bet the buyout terms aren't the best for Mr. small businessman.

Let's take another step back. The Republicans come up with a Medicare Drug benefit. Democrats say it stinks & we can do better. Republicans say "shut up bitch, we control everything & it's going through." Big Pharma gets an erection at the thought of all the extra money they're going to make. Most pharmacists vote for Bush in November because they think John Kerry looks funny in a wind surfing outfit. The Medicare Part D plan turns out to be the vehicle that Corporate America uses to drive what might be the final nail in the coffin for independent pharmacy. A legislative fix is proposed, HR 5182, which would require timely payments for Medicare claims. The bill has 94 co-sponsors. 57 from one party and 37 from the other. Do you think most of the sponsors are Republicans? They did say in their 2000 platform after all that "Small businesses generate more than half the gross domestic product. They deserve better treatment from government." and in 2004 that "small business is America's economic engine." Go to the tattoo parlor and have "CLUELESS" stamped across your forehead if you do. The party that is trying, and that will most likely fail, to save your sorry ass from the Republican agenda is the party of Howard Dean, but you were too busy laughing at his scream to see the freight train headed your way.

WELL DO YOU GET IT NOW????????? AFTER TENS OF THOUSANDS OF DEAD INNOCENT PEOPLE IN IRAQ, AFTER THE TOTALLY PREDICTABLE AND PREVENTABLE DESTRUCTION OF A MAJOR AMERICAN CITY, AFTER 6 YEARS OF CRONYISM, CORRUPTION, STUPIDITY, AND LIFE-THREATENING INCOMPETENCE, DO YOU FUCKING GET IT NOW THAT THEY ARE AFTER YOU?????? On June 1st a light bulb finally went off in at least one person's head. Richard Burge posted over at grassrootsrx.org on that day "When exactly do people lose their jobs in government service for not doing them properly?"

Welcome to reality Richard. I don't know whether to laugh in your face or kick you in the nuts.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Fun Facts About Our Fucked Up Health Care System Part 2

But....but.....we've got the best health care system in the world! I'm sure you've heard various right wingers proclaim that as if it's the gospel truth. We're fed the USA! USA! USA! line so much through the mass media that you may even be inclined to believe it. Start digging into the facts though and it won't take long at all to find gems like these:

Amount spent per capita per person in the US on health care: $6280

Amount spent, on average, per person in the rest of the industrialized world: $2307

Percentage of our economy spent on health care: 16

Percentage spent by Canada, Australia, and England, respectively: 10, 9, 7

Number of uninsured in US: over 46,000,000

Number of uninsured in Canada, Australia, and England: 0

Increase in uninsured since George W. Bush took office: 6,000,000

Percentage of people driven into medical bankruptcy that had health insurance: 68

"Well you lefty commie freak" I can hear some of you saying with that trademark Republican patronizing sneer "All you've proven is that our system is expensive, and you have to be willing to pay the price to achieve the top notch care we have in this country"

You mean top notch like this?

Rank of the quality of health care in the US, according to the World Health Organization: 37th in the world.

Countries raked higher: Canada, Japan, all of Europe.

More countries ranked higher: Malta, Columbia, Morocco, Chile, Dominica

Ranking of US in infant mortality: 42nd in the world, lower than Cuba

Rank of US in life expectancy: 34th in the world, again lower than Cuba

So as you can see, we pay more and get less than a good sized chunk of the rest of the planet.....USA! USA! USA! Why do we put up with this? You can find the answer in a 3rd set of numbers.

2005 profit of Aetna Inc: $1,634,500,000

2005 profit of Wellpoint, Inc.: $2,463,800,000

2005 profit of United Health Group: $3,300,000,000

As you can see, there is no reason for there to be a health care crisis in this country, but don't count on the corporate media to tell you about a problem caused by corporations. That's why we have the drugnazi. You're welcome.

Thanks to the Hightower Lowdown for the heath stats.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Damn You Carbon, Damn You Stright to Hell!

I admit it. I'm the kind of person who will volunteer to help you move and then pretend to be picking up my corner of the couch while you and three other suckers get the thing out the door. It's not that I want to be a bad friend, it's just that it's so much.....work. That's why I was excited when I heard of the unique way a blog called deepmarket.com had come up with to promote itself. They've offered to offset, through another site called carbonfund.org, a ton of climate changing, global warming causing carbon for every blog that links to their site. That's a shitload of carbon....if my math is right, enough for 50 or 60 sheets of that old-fashioned type carbon paper. Maybe math isn't one of my strengths.

My point is this; by clicking a few keys on my trusty little keyboard, I was able to take a small step for the betterment of us all. You're welcome. It was quite literally about the least I could do.