Anatomy of an Epidemic is about the history of psychiatric drugs and the rise of mental illness in America right alongside these drugs development andAnatomy of an Epidemic is about the history of psychiatric drugs and the rise of mental illness in America right alongside these drugs development and evolution. 1'100 adults and CHILDREN are added to the government's disabled list for mental illness, daily. This didn't happen prior to 25 years ago, before big pharmaceutical companies saw $$ with the release of Prozac. Before Prozac , Eli-Lilly's biggest money maker was an antibiotic.
I realize many people have benefited from these drugs. They have pulled people out of very deep, menacing pits of hell. The issue is that people are put on these drugs to quickly, sometimes, which spurs an onslaught of more and more powerful drugs.
In Europe they prescribe, exercise first…… Huh……. Talk to the patient first, figure out what’s going on, and then lastly, prescribe drugs, if they are needed. Manic depression used to be rare. They renamed it Bi-polar, and is much more common now. Why? Follow the money. Drug companies are in business for profit, so the more customers the better off they are. They downgraded the criteria that needed to be met for manic depression and renamed it bi-polar disorder, which gained them some new customers. Now, this new disease needs a magic bullet pill to fix the problem, presto! Money for the drug companies…..everybody is happy, until they have to take new drugs to fend off the side effects…..and those drugs have side effects…..and so on.
Kids as young as TWO are now being are prescribed psychotropic drugs. Two seems a bit too young to me to have brain altering chemicals in brains that aren’t nearly finished forming yet.
What some doctors are doing, and what I think should be done, is a much more cautious approach in the use for these drugs. First episode, do some talk therapy and prescribe exercise (proven to work by the way). If that doesn't do the trick, then drugs, low doses. Once balanced, get weaned off the drugs. No one is meant to be on these pills indefinitely. Eventually you become tolerant to what you are taking and then need something stronger, or additional. You can end up worse off than where you started.
I was sitting on the patio of a bar in Key West Florida. It was August, it was hot. The bar was on the beach where there was lots of sand and water. II was sitting on the patio of a bar in Key West Florida. It was August, it was hot. The bar was on the beach where there was lots of sand and water. In the water I saw dolphins and waves. The dolphins jumped and the waves waved.
My glass was empty. The waiter walked up to my table. “More absinthe miss?” He asked. “No, I better not. *burp*” I put my hand over my glass “I read somewhere that it can cause hallucinations and nightmares. Just some ice water please.” I said. He put and empty glass in front of me, tipped his picture of water over my glass until it was full, at that time he stopped pouring.
A man I did not know walked up to my table and said to the waiter “No one in Key West is to stop drinking alcohol while they are conscious, you know the rules Manuel! Don’t make me repeat myself; did you hear me? Don’t make me repeat myself, it’s annoying.” Manuel rolled his eyes.
“I’ll drink to that”. I said and held up my glass of ice water to the stranger, then put it to my lips and drank. It was cold. I set it back down on the table. “I just finished a book where everyone repeated themselves……drove me to drink!”
“Sorry Mr. Hemingway” said Manuel “she said she wanted ice water, so that’s what I gave her”. A cat ran by, it was fast. “Meow” it said. It was orange. “But you know the rules Manuel, you know the rules.” Repeated Mr. Hemingway “I know the rules Mr. Hemingway, how could I not? You tend to repeat yourself constantly, it must be all the absinthe…..” muttered Manuel.
“What did you say Manuel?” Asked Mr. Hemingway “Nothing” said Manuel. “Bring the lady some Champagne right away!” said Mr. Hemingway. Manuel walked away towards the kitchen.
“Who are you?” I asked the man I did not know. “Hemingway, you wouldn't happen to be related to the writer would you? His book The Sun Also Rises was the book I was just referring to; I don’t remember ever being quite so bored. On the bright side, I think it did wonders for my blood pressure.” I said.
Dressed in worn khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt with one too many colors, he stood there at my table and squinted at me, sweat rolling down the sides of his face and into his gray beard. It was hot. He set his drink down on the table, hard, and pulled out a chair and sat down. “May I sit?” he asked as he put his dirty bare feet up on the table and tipped the chair back. “Sure, you’re already in the chair. Besides I don’t think it will be long before you fall on your ass.” I said, I drank some water, it was cold. “Language! I’m Ernest Hemingway the guy who wrote that boring book” he put his feet on the ground and the chair dropped down with a bang. He put his right hand out to shake mine. I stared at it for a while then took it.
“Stephanie. Hey, I don’t want to come across as insensitive but aren't you dead?” I asked “Really? I don’t feel dead….at least I don’t think I am.” Said not dead Ernest “Damn! Absinthe lives up to it's reputation." I said and smacked the left side of my head with my left hand. My head was hard.
“Manuel!! Where’s that champagne?" I shouted in panic. “So” Ernest picked up his drink and drank the whole thing in one gulp. “I am one the greatest American writers, if not the greatest, everybody says so. And you…..” he paused and pointed his finger at me using the same hand that still held the glass, the melting ice clinked “you didn't like the Sun Also Rises?” he asked and set his glass down.
“I know, I heard the same thing, that you were one of the greatest American writers, so imagine my surprise when I didn't love it like the rest of the human race. In fact, I really didn't like it AT ALL! Please don’t hurt me.”
Manuel walked back to the table caring the bottle of Champagne and two glasses. He sat the glasses in front of us and went about the task of opening the bottle. “Thank god your back Manuel, I think I’m hallucinating. I hope champagne helps things normalize.” I said, the bottle said “pop”. “It won’t help because you are not hallucinating.” He said and poured the Champagne, he turned and walked off. I picked up the glass and drank. It was bubbly and cold.
“What else didn't you like about my book?” Asked Ernest “I’m really not comfortable telling you to your face, but, alright” I said “I found all the characters to be aimless, unlikable, drunkards that didn't have any idea what to with their lives but travel about the world constantly drunk….which doesn't sound all that bad on the surface, but it was so not interesting.” I said “They were so excruciatingly boring that I couldn't even care enough about them to remember who was who.” I said “It felt like it would never end, but when it did end the only thing that I liked about it was the fact that it was finally over. No big payoff to make the boring book worth my time.” I sighed and finished off my Champagne, I poured myself and Ernest another glass.
“Wow. Sorry you hated it. I suppose you can’t please everyone.” He said. “I’ll buy you dinner to repay you for putting you through that”.
“That’s not necessary, but I could eat. I must bathe first.” I said. “Well sure, it is hot after all.” He said “Yes, I must bathe you understand? One cannot dine without bathing first, so you will have to wait until I bathe.”
“I must bathe. I must bathe. I. must. Bathe.” I said.
“Now you’re just making fun of me.” he said.
“Yup……I will make you suffer the way you made me suffer.” I smiled.
“Great. I look forward to it.” Said not dead Ernest. We rose to our feet, Ernest took my arm, we steadied ourselves and stumbled off into the sunset.
This was a hard book for me to get through. I had to take breaks and read two other books while getting through this one. It was a bit slow going, andThis was a hard book for me to get through. I had to take breaks and read two other books while getting through this one. It was a bit slow going, and also depressing.
Nixon was the first Republican president who was obsessed with power. Power was much much more important to him then doing the job of the president, which is to care for the welfare of the citizens of the United states. Up until Nixon, the presidents of the time new their job was to serve. To make this nation a great place to live. But since Nixon the Republicans have just been spiraling down hill, into an ever growing cesspool of power hungry, selfish, down right criminal pile of morons.
It's really shocking what it has happened to the Republican party. I'm not talking about the average conservative on the street with well thought out policy's, (I bet you're even more dumb founded at the choices you have now then I am), I'm talking about the batshit crazy people who have taken over the party. Thanks to the tea baggers, no one moderate is allowed a chance (shoot, today I bet Goldwater would be considered a left wing loon). I am not a fan of Mitt Romney, but since he did some good things to help people in his state of Massachusetts (health care, much like the presidents current plan) he hasn't got a chance.......really? WTF? .....W....T.....F! Oh, and he believes the science behind climate change, Bad Mittens, bad!
Now your stuck with choices like Palin and Bachman, who haven't the foggiest clue about American History (Good thing they're pretty), and the rest of the lot who (say they) think that cavemen hung out with dinosaurs.....probably think the world is flat. Anyone sane would not be extremely conservative enough.
Uuhhhhhhhggggg! Thanks Mr. Nixon, thanks a bunch. ...more
Will Grayson, Will Grayson. A book so nice they named it twice. Sorry, I had to do it.
There are two Will Graysons, who live in the Chicago area. One sWill Grayson, Will Grayson. A book so nice they named it twice. Sorry, I had to do it.
There are two Will Graysons, who live in the Chicago area. One straight, one gay. Their paths cross under odd circumstances and their lives intertwine. WG#1 (straight one) has a best friend named Tiny Cooper, who is also gay. Tiny is named as such because he is 300+ pounds, and fabulous.
This book had some great, laugh out loud, moments. I liked the style. All the characters were well done....I liked them all. Well, except for Tiny. I found him completely unlikeable. He came across as selfish and pretentious. Shoot, he wrote a musical about his own, young life. Convinced his high school to put it on. He directs and stars in it....because it's about him. Him and love.
That seems over the top to me. What high school would do that?
Now, as you might imagine, this book has some gay relationships in it. To my surprise, mind you, I found this to disturb me (mildly)at first. I have no problems with gay relationships. I work in the art field, so I have many gay friends. I have a gay brother, and consider his partner of over ten years as brother as well. So I thought....What the Hell?
Then something else occurred to me......if reading about gay people together makes me unreasonably uncomfortable, it probably has not been fun for gay people for a very long time. The majority of books out there are hetero, and gay people have had to read about straight relationships for years because there was nothing else. Not cool.
I going to tell you a little secret. I have this plan. I read these books on Buddhism because one day when I am old and can't take care of myselfPsst.
I going to tell you a little secret. I have this plan. I read these books on Buddhism because one day when I am old and can't take care of myself that good anymore, when I am close to homeless and seriously considering cat food as an option, I will walk into the nearest Buddhist temple thingy and offer myself up as a monk.
Sure I will have to shave my head and wear orange, but I'll just be old enough that I won't care about being cute anymore.