Because obviously nothing is more important than guns. Certainly not people. Especially if they disagree with you.
Do you ever feel that the stars are lined up against you? That you can’t win in your own life? That God has it in for you?
I have to say, that I have felt that way on more than one occasion. On more than one occasion a day on bad days.
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Some days I know that God is out to get me. But I never really thought there was anything I could do about it. I mean, I’m me, and God, well, God is God. He rules.
Well maybe not. Because you see, an Israeli man has filed a restraining order against God. True story! Because sometimes, God is abusive. And if God can’t be nice, He needs to keep His distance. At least 300 feet away — that’s the usual distance abusive men must respect.
Sigh. I’m going straight to hell for this one.
As it says in my “About” page, I do drugs and get paid for it. Drug safety that is. As a general rule, I don’t write about it though. Today is an exception. Consider this a public service announcement.
In 2008, I had some minor surgery where I was given 60 — SIXTY — Oxycontin tablets for pain. I didn’t need very many at all because I am tough. Also because I don’t need to add drug addiction to the list of problems with this ‘temple’ of mine. Plus I really don’t like that out of control feeling I get from serious painkillers.
Still, I ended up with about 55 highly addictive painkillers in a home where my the-15 year old son lived. Jacob is a good kid, but hell, why tempt fate? Ultimately, I managed to get rid of them safely and securely. But not everybody is so lucky. In some places, prescription drugs are what thieves look for when they burglarize homes.
As I said, while I don’t normally mix work with the blogging (except when I’m goofing off), I think this is something everybody should know about:
Tomorrow (April 30) is Drug Take-Back Day, the annual nationwide push to stop people from trashing or flushing their unused medications. The DEA has set up hundreds of drop-off centers all across the country to orchestrate safe disposal of drugs. That’s no small feat — in the past decade, the DEA says it has collected more than 5.5 million pounds of unused pills. It’s a continual concern, since drugs at home can cause accidental poisonings, and drugs in landfills can pollute water supplies. [From my Daily STAT Morning Rounds newsletter]
To find a location near you (sorry, it’s US only) click on this link and enter your zip code.
This song has nothing to do with drug disposal, but it’s a great song.
It used to be I was afraid of the future because of the GOP and the Pandora’s Box of hornets/hate they’ve unleashed. But then I realized that there are, perhaps, other signs that the world has gone to hell in a handbasket. Read on, and try to tell me I’m wrong.
Seven intelligent faces looked at me, blankly, their heads all tilted at a quizzical angle as if on strings.
They ranged in age from mid-40s to early and mid-20s.
At least I hoped they were intelligent faces. Because they belonged to a team of seven doctors treating me during my recent (thankfully brief) hospital stay for Crohn’s.
I always draw a crowd.
But it wasn’t long before I questioned the intelligence of this group of gastroenterologists and medical students holding their noses and getting through this rotation. Because they seemed to have missed a major part of their education.
“Michael*” — the leader of the pack, put his stethoscope to my belly and listened.
“Not much noise there, Elyse.” He let the others have a listen.
“You guys haven’t let me eat in days,” I said. And then, as a person with a gut so noisy that it has a name (Ralph), I continued. “I always feel like Humphrey Bogart in The African Queen! You know, the scene where his stomach is gurgling?”
“Humphrey who?” one of them said. The others nodded their heads in agreement.
“Bogart,” I said, with my eyes getting bigger as I realized that all seven of the people around me were tilting their heads at me in confusion. None of them had a clue who Bogie was.
“I think I’ve heard of him,” one of the medical students ventured. She didn’t look terribly certain, though. “Wasn’t he in all of those musicals?”
Something is very wrong in the world.
*And when did doctors start going by their first names?? Did I miss something?