WAR veterans who fought on the battlefield only to later battle in the bedroom have cost taxpayers almost $12 million in impotence medication.
The ``blue-pill''-popping veterans, who are also receiving free drugs that are injected into the penis, have turned to the Federal Government's generous Repatriation Pharmaceutical Benefits Scheme for their erectile dysfunction.
In exclusive data provided to The Courier-Mail, the office of Veterans' Affairs Minister Alan Griffin revealed that more than 12,000 Diggers had been issued almost 165,000 scripts at a cost of $11.9 million between 2004 and 2008.
Most prescriptions were for sildenafil citrate - Viagra.
It comes as the Returned Services League national president, Bill Crews, said it was possible some Diggers might have trouble conceiving because of their military service.
``War-caused conditions can manifest themselves in a number of ways,'' Mr Crews said.
He said it was important that veterans had a good quality of life after serving their country.
More veterans may be eligible for the benefit but were too embarrassed to speak to their doctor, he said.
Australian Medical Association vice-president Steve Hambleton said most people were not entitled to Pharmaceutical Benefits Scheme-subsidised impotence drugs, which cost almost $80 for a pack of four pills.
Dr Hambleton said funding the drugs was relatively cheap compared with many medicines provided under the veterans' scheme.
Funding is restricted to four doses - 16 pills - a month and prescriptions have to be approved every six months.
A spokeswoman for Mr Griffin said veterans could receive the drugs when GPs determined their erectile dysfunction was because of an ``accepted disability''.
``The long-term effects of war can be pervasive and providing access to erectile dysfunction medicines is a measured attempt to respond to a health issue suffered by some of our veterans due to their war service,'' she said.
``Prescription is tightly controlled. However, it does allow these veterans to have a family life despite their physical or mental health disabilities.''
She said some younger veterans' dysfunction stemmed from war-caused spinal injuries or post traumatic stress disorder.
Requests for the medication under the scheme were considered on a case-by-case basis.
The department does not provide the drugs when the treatment of another medical condition is the cause of the impotence.
Into the breach P14-15
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, October 31, 2008
Black Eye
An undertaker comes home with a black eye.
"What happened to you?"asks his wife.
"I had a terrible day," replies the undertaker.
"I had to go to a hotel and pick up a man who had died in his sleep. When I got there,the manager said they couldn't get him into a body bag because he
had this huge erection.Anyway, I find the room and, sure enough, there's this big, naked guy lying on the bed with this huge erection. So I did what I always do; I grabbed it with both hands and tried to snap it in half."
"I see," says his wife."But how did you get the black eye?"
The undertaker replies, "Wrong room."
"What happened to you?"asks his wife.
"I had a terrible day," replies the undertaker.
"I had to go to a hotel and pick up a man who had died in his sleep. When I got there,the manager said they couldn't get him into a body bag because he
had this huge erection.Anyway, I find the room and, sure enough, there's this big, naked guy lying on the bed with this huge erection. So I did what I always do; I grabbed it with both hands and tried to snap it in half."
"I see," says his wife."But how did you get the black eye?"
The undertaker replies, "Wrong room."
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
The Good Golf Wife
An elderly couple were having dinner one evening when the husband reached across the table, took his wife's hand in his and said, 'Martha, soon we will be married 50 years, and there's something I have to know. In all of those 50 years, have you ever been unfaithful to me?'
Martha replied, 'Well, Henry, I have to be honest with you. Yes, I've been unfaithful to you three times during those years...but always for a good reason.'
Henry was obviously hurt by his wife's confession, and said, 'I never suspected. Can you tell me what you mean by 'good reasons?''
Martha said, 'The first time was shortly after we were married, and we were about to lose our little house because we couldn't pay the mortgage. Do you remember that one evening I went to see the banker and the next day he notified you that the loan would be extended?'
Henry recalled the visit to the banker and said, 'I can forgive you for that. You saved our home. But what about the second time?'
Martha asked, 'And do you remember when you were so sick, but we didn't have the money to pay for the heart surgery you needed? Well, I went to see your doctor one night and, if you recall, he did the surgery at no charge.'
'I recall that,' said Henry. 'And you did it to save my life. So of course I can forgive you for that. Now tell me about the third time.'
'Alright,' Martha said. 'So do you remember when you ran for president of your golf club, and you needed 73 more votes?'
Martha replied, 'Well, Henry, I have to be honest with you. Yes, I've been unfaithful to you three times during those years...but always for a good reason.'
Henry was obviously hurt by his wife's confession, and said, 'I never suspected. Can you tell me what you mean by 'good reasons?''
Martha said, 'The first time was shortly after we were married, and we were about to lose our little house because we couldn't pay the mortgage. Do you remember that one evening I went to see the banker and the next day he notified you that the loan would be extended?'
Henry recalled the visit to the banker and said, 'I can forgive you for that. You saved our home. But what about the second time?'
Martha asked, 'And do you remember when you were so sick, but we didn't have the money to pay for the heart surgery you needed? Well, I went to see your doctor one night and, if you recall, he did the surgery at no charge.'
'I recall that,' said Henry. 'And you did it to save my life. So of course I can forgive you for that. Now tell me about the third time.'
'Alright,' Martha said. 'So do you remember when you ran for president of your golf club, and you needed 73 more votes?'
Friday, October 17, 2008
My dad's favourite poo story...
My dad loves to tell this story, given half an excuse:
He works on a large country park, and years ago when it was first being developed he was in charge of a couple of YTS trainees that had been placed there. In the afternoon of their first day, one of the YTS lads announced that he needed to use the toilet - but as the park was in its infancy, there were no 'facilities' for (literally) miles around. So, armed with the bogroll carried in the Land Rover for just such emergencies, he disappeared into the bushes to answer the call of nature.
Time passed, and eventually the lad re-emerged looking very sheepish and asked to be driven back to the main depot (where there is a shower block). He was wearing dungaree-style overalls which, once unbuttoned, had obviously spread out on the ground behind him. So not only had he managed to crap in his overalls, but the first thing he knew about it was when he tried to hitch them back up again and a fresh turd hit him at the back of the head.
To add insult to injury he wasn't qualified to drive and everyone who was refused to drive him because he smelled so bad. The poor guy had to walk several miles back to the depot with that morning's breakfast stuck on the back of his head.
He works on a large country park, and years ago when it was first being developed he was in charge of a couple of YTS trainees that had been placed there. In the afternoon of their first day, one of the YTS lads announced that he needed to use the toilet - but as the park was in its infancy, there were no 'facilities' for (literally) miles around. So, armed with the bogroll carried in the Land Rover for just such emergencies, he disappeared into the bushes to answer the call of nature.
Time passed, and eventually the lad re-emerged looking very sheepish and asked to be driven back to the main depot (where there is a shower block). He was wearing dungaree-style overalls which, once unbuttoned, had obviously spread out on the ground behind him. So not only had he managed to crap in his overalls, but the first thing he knew about it was when he tried to hitch them back up again and a fresh turd hit him at the back of the head.
To add insult to injury he wasn't qualified to drive and everyone who was refused to drive him because he smelled so bad. The poor guy had to walk several miles back to the depot with that morning's breakfast stuck on the back of his head.
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