I hate how a bunch of businessmen that have no ****ing clue who I am or how my disorder manifests and reacts to treatment have more say about what treatment I get than my ****ing doctor. You don't want to cover my shot? Fine. Pay for another hospitalization then. They're practically family over there by now, see if I give a ****. I have no quality of life anymore because this disorder has beaten the will to live out of me. Replace the paliperidone injection with carfentanyl if you want to save money on me. WTF do I care?