An Anniversary

Today is important to me. It will forever sit in my memory, not as the day America was forced into WWII, but as the day I went into the hospital for Type 1 diabetes. It was 1981, which means I have been injecting insulin for 27 years now.
When I was that age, I took two types of insulin, now I take three. When I was first diagnosed, the insulin ran $4 a bottle. Now, two of the bottles are $45 each, and the new kind (that requires a prescription, despite the fact that it much safer) costs almost $100 per bottle.
As you read this, keep in mind that I am one of the few Americans who has paid out of pocket for these meds his whole life. I suppose it is the principle of the idea that why should insured people be able to pay dramatically less ($5-$10 per bottle of all three types) than uninsured people. Because of this, I have always chosen to pay out of pocket for the meds that others in the country would have to do the same for, despite the fact that I have had insurance that would pay for it.
For this I say shame on America.