Tadalafil Dad
The same Grosse Pointe physician who tipped me off that the tennis personality Luke Jensen was in town sent me once an unsolicited e-mail that was out of the blue and on a subject we never discussed.
With no announcement or pre-amble, this stalwart seniors player presented me with a supposedly Canadian pharmaceutical check list complete with electronic shopping cart.
The well-organized items, with price, included Cialis, Viagra and Levitra.
The physician and seniors enthusiast, with no evidence, seemed to understand something about me-- something that was correct.
When I tried to order, however, the electronic shopping cart didn't work.
So I tried to go to my own physician, a very nice woman, and asked her assistant for a prescription which the doctor was glad to write out.
They wired the prescription to my druggist, another gentle and very nice human being, who came out of the back room where he works most and asked whether I realized how exorbitantly expensive the little container was going to be.
"How much?"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Go ahead."
"About $800 ."
Canceling the order, I went online and began to learn about the corrupt "dysfunction" trade in America, so much more extensive and central to our society than young persons in their physical prime can even imagine.
This term "dysfunction" was among the many things that disgusted me.
What is unnatural about reduced blood flow when you get old?
Mark Twain of the twentieth and nineteenth centuries, clearly waiting for the discovery of tadalafil, railed against an old age in which women are sexually fine but men aren't. And Michel de Montaigne in the sixteenth century felt exactly the same.
Embarrassment of course is what keeps people from discussing this topic. The same embarrassment enables a flourishing and utterly corrupt trade in which placebos or maybe rat poison are easier to order than the real thing. If I had my way, both Barack Obama and Mitt Romney would be forced to give their best proposal for correcting this blight.
Again I went online and began to read all the horror stories of people cheated when seeking reasonable price on the three mentioned drugs and very many others.
People reviled Canada, India, the Caribbean, and any place other than the United States that would send out the little pills. You wouldn't know what you got, they asserted.
Finally, I took the plunge into an electronic shopping cart that worked-- this time.
The business may have been in Canada. The very polite reply to my e-mail warned that my package might be delayed in Customs.
The thirty 10 mg pills were a bit over $3 apiece.
Postage had been criminally high, about $45 .
In the meantime I'd visited my physician and talked to her personally this time, telling her how I went online and printed out a free trial coupon for a couple of 20 mg pills of Cialis.
The same pharmacist wouldn't give me more pills of smaller potency since 20 mg was what my lady doctor prescribed. And the first one worked almost too well but gave me a dangerous headache. About 5 mg was perfect, but I had to learn this by experiment because of no transparency anywhere.
My doctor explained to me that to save money her other patients cut a pill into little bits.
My pills arrived from FLORIDA!!!
They weren't Cialis at all but rather tadalafil, its ingredient, and work fine. I bisect each one with a pill cutter.
That comes to about $1.60 per pill not counting "postage." I thank the tadalafil dad in Grosse Pointe and everyone else who helped.
Note: On the back of each container of 10 pills, in print too small to read except with special magnification and even then the reading is dicey, are the apparent words: "Industrial State, Gujarat, BARODA." Further magnification of the fine print revealed the word "hadad," which I took as "ha dad." Anyone who would disparage the quality of honesty in India should consider the number of people in that place.
The same Grosse Pointe physician who tipped me off that the tennis personality Luke Jensen was in town sent me once an unsolicited e-mail that was out of the blue and on a subject we never discussed.
With no announcement or pre-amble, this stalwart seniors player presented me with a supposedly Canadian pharmaceutical check list complete with electronic shopping cart.
The well-organized items, with price, included Cialis, Viagra and Levitra.
The physician and seniors enthusiast, with no evidence, seemed to understand something about me-- something that was correct.
When I tried to order, however, the electronic shopping cart didn't work.
So I tried to go to my own physician, a very nice woman, and asked her assistant for a prescription which the doctor was glad to write out.
They wired the prescription to my druggist, another gentle and very nice human being, who came out of the back room where he works most and asked whether I realized how exorbitantly expensive the little container was going to be.
"How much?"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Go ahead."
"About $800 ."
Canceling the order, I went online and began to learn about the corrupt "dysfunction" trade in America, so much more extensive and central to our society than young persons in their physical prime can even imagine.
This term "dysfunction" was among the many things that disgusted me.
What is unnatural about reduced blood flow when you get old?
Mark Twain of the twentieth and nineteenth centuries, clearly waiting for the discovery of tadalafil, railed against an old age in which women are sexually fine but men aren't. And Michel de Montaigne in the sixteenth century felt exactly the same.
Embarrassment of course is what keeps people from discussing this topic. The same embarrassment enables a flourishing and utterly corrupt trade in which placebos or maybe rat poison are easier to order than the real thing. If I had my way, both Barack Obama and Mitt Romney would be forced to give their best proposal for correcting this blight.
Again I went online and began to read all the horror stories of people cheated when seeking reasonable price on the three mentioned drugs and very many others.
People reviled Canada, India, the Caribbean, and any place other than the United States that would send out the little pills. You wouldn't know what you got, they asserted.
Finally, I took the plunge into an electronic shopping cart that worked-- this time.
The business may have been in Canada. The very polite reply to my e-mail warned that my package might be delayed in Customs.
The thirty 10 mg pills were a bit over $3 apiece.
Postage had been criminally high, about $45 .
In the meantime I'd visited my physician and talked to her personally this time, telling her how I went online and printed out a free trial coupon for a couple of 20 mg pills of Cialis.
The same pharmacist wouldn't give me more pills of smaller potency since 20 mg was what my lady doctor prescribed. And the first one worked almost too well but gave me a dangerous headache. About 5 mg was perfect, but I had to learn this by experiment because of no transparency anywhere.
My doctor explained to me that to save money her other patients cut a pill into little bits.
My pills arrived from FLORIDA!!!
They weren't Cialis at all but rather tadalafil, its ingredient, and work fine. I bisect each one with a pill cutter.
That comes to about $1.60 per pill not counting "postage." I thank the tadalafil dad in Grosse Pointe and everyone else who helped.
Note: On the back of each container of 10 pills, in print too small to read except with special magnification and even then the reading is dicey, are the apparent words: "Industrial State, Gujarat, BARODA." Further magnification of the fine print revealed the word "hadad," which I took as "ha dad." Anyone who would disparage the quality of honesty in India should consider the number of people in that place.
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