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Saturday, 21 June 2008

  • My current thoughts of the moment

    I'm hungry.

    That's not unusual.

    That's pretty much my constant state of being.

    Hungry.

    I feel like Jonathan from Midnighters who claimed that he had to eat his entire bodyweight to stay up.

    That's a good line, "Well, if I don't eat my entire weight I can't perform my acrobatics."

    I think he based his line of reasoning on birds who have to eat roughly their bodyweight, but birds don't weigh much so that isn't really good enough reasoning for me.

     My problem is both low and high.

    I have low blood sugar so I have to eat often.

    I have a ridiculously high metabolism so whatever I eat I burn off.

    It's a vicious cycle.

    It was only amusing during lunch at high school. I sat next to the barbie table and ate through four sandwiches, three snacks and two drink boxes while they sipped water.

    That makes me smile, even now.

    Coincidentally, Toby said he'd never eat with me again. I can't imagine why.

Sunday, 15 June 2008

  • "Sure, I can cure cancer, how much you got?"

    There was an article in the Times Disgrace today about a woman suing a man because, get this, he told her he had the cure for cancer and he'd give it to her for a price. In the beginning it sounded like she had some sense. It told of how she went to a natural food store in order for anything to help her. She was given the con man's name (who pretended to be a doctor) and they met in a public library for her 'visits'. From there on it just kept getting worse and worse. She said that she was a little concerned at the fact that he didn't have an office but he said he was working on the cure. So over a period of months she met with him again and again in her car where he would 'inspect' her boobs by feeling her up.

    Are you kidding me? She's suing him and they've got him for impersonating a health care professional, but I mean come on, what was she thinking?

    I'm still in awe at this whole thing. I think I need to go lay down for a bit.

Tuesday, 29 April 2008

  • I wonder if anyone else realizes...

     

    I am a licensed pharmacy technician and I work at one of the most popular drug chains in America, CVS. As a pharmacy technician, it is my job to pull drugs, fill prescriptions, then ring the patient up and inform them of possible side affects or ask if they have any questions about their medication. There isn't a day that goes by when someone doesn't drop off a prescription for a drug to deal with their child's ADHD. I see it all the time and it's always the same.

    At drop off, a tired mother turns in a prescription while she pleads with her child not to touch anything. The medication is a popular one, Ritalin, and I verify the patient's date of birth. The child is only six years old. I watch the child as I fill the prescription. The mother is looking at something on a shelf and he is anxiously trying to get her attention about whether or not he can have some gum.

    “Mommy?” He tugs on her shirt. “Mommy!”

    “Not, now,” She murmurs, looking at cough medicine, probably for another child. I finish filling the prescription and hand it off to the pharmacist to check that it's correct. It's handed back and I walk to the register to ring up the mother and son. The child is perfectly amicable as he attempts to sign for the prescription himself and carefully hand me the money his mother gives him to hand to me. She asks common questions, what's the best time for him to take it, does he need to eat with it, and so on. Afterward they leave together and the pharmacist comes to stand next to me. I ask her if she thinks the child needs the medication and she just shakes her head and we go back to work.

    I think that it's a waste and a mistake but I don't say anything. They wouldn't give children medicine if it could harm them, would they? There's a nagging thought in the back of my mind but I ignore it and just move on. After all, it doesn't effect me. Or so I thought. Then the child I babysit was diagnosed with ADHD and prescribed medication. The mother called me, late one night and asked if I thought her son was ADHD. I laughed it off and told her that he was only five and reminded her that while babysitting I had never had any problems handling him. A week goes by and she calls me with an update, so pleased about the new medication because, “he's just doing so much better!” and we agree that I'll come babysit the next night.

    When I see him the next night the difference is startling. Before he would rush to give me a hug but now he remains seated in front of the television and merely waves. I jokingly ask about my hug and he slides off the couch and trudges over to give me one. Then he returns to his seat and continues to watch the television. The parents leave and I ask him what he wants to do, play Connect Four, play Tag, color, or maybe play with the ball but he just looks at me lifelessly in response. He shrugs and so we sit and watch maybe one cartoon before he tells me that he's tired. I've been there for a half hour, it's only just now 8:30 PM. I begin to suggest a game but he does look tired so I carry him upstairs and put him to bed.

    Before he was put on the medication we would be up until 10:00 PM, playing cards and running around the house. I would have to be stern when it was time for bed and usually tickle him into submission. We always laughed and had a good time but now he is dull and lifeless. I begin to worry that maybe the mother is accidentally giving too much or at the wrong time. I go to the medicine cabinet to check but the dose is right for his age and it says clearly on the bottle to give in the morning, which most doctors agree to be the best time. I worry about it but decide that maybe he just had a long day at school and it wore him out. But I babysit three more times and he is always the same. So do these children actually have it and need the medicine or not?

    For those of you who don't know, Ritalin and other stiumulants prescribed to children as young as five are Schedule II controlled substances, the most addictive substances that are still legal. Just one class away, Schedule I are the illegal substances, such as heroin and LSD.

Thursday, 27 March 2008

  • I really hate regret.

    It bothers me. I hate it almost as much as I hate second guessing myself.

    What would have happened if I had waited? Would the answer still have been the same? I wonder now.

    I think it's because I have no faith. I never really had it and never wanted it. It's not until your up, when you should be sleeping, and time has slowed to a trickle and you're lost in tormoil that you begin to want it. I think that if maybe I had faith, that I would be alseep. Completely reasurred by the inner strengh those religious people seem to be filled to the brim with.

Tuesday, 04 March 2008

  • I hate that God song

    You know which one I'm talking about, the one where the girl with uber blond hair and a nose ring (which was a fake, by the way) sings what if God was one of us.

    Naturally, this song comes on while I'm waiting in traffic downtown in my car. I have just screamed obscenities out the window for five minutes at the cars ahead of me who can't understand that I'm driving a stick and their slow asses make shit even more difficult. Then I tune in to the radio and I hear her voice, "What if God was one of us? blah, blah, something, yeah, just a stranger on a bus..."

    And instead of me thinking, "Hn, pretty profound." all I can think is, "Shit. I just flicked off God. Dammit!"

    This thought of course led to, "But if God was one of us, why the fuck would he be riding the bus? I think God could afford a subcompact at the very least." which led to, "Well, I did call that guy in the subcompact a fuckstick... so either way I'm screwed."

    Then I think about how God is supposed to be all forgiving... then I realize I'm confusing him with Jesus. So, could the girl have meant Jesus, or was she actually referring to God?

    Because I think I'd much rather have Jesus as one of us personally. I always pictured Jesus as the guy to run in and break up the fight, yelling, "Be cool guys! Be cool!" While God would be the one to pick up a tire iron and bash in the guy's brains. Both accomplish the goal, but Jesus's method is much more user friendly.

    So what if Jesus was one of us? Would he still be performing the miracles except all low key? Because he can't just be doing this crap out in the open or all the Christians would be having a field day and rubbing it in all the athiests faces.

    I can just picture him at the bar, totally avoiding the tab by just ordering water and subtly touching the glass and turning it into wine. The bartender probably thinks he's nuts, this weirdo in a white suit in the corner of the bar getting drunk off his third glass of water.

    So does this mean if I want to find Jesus I have to go into some bar at 2:30 in the morning?

    I have got to stop letting my thoughts wonder, because this shit is just stupid.

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