Boy do I have a bunch of stuff to tell you. Wait, my mistake, wrong you. I can make up some stuff while deciding about other stuff. Or I could bitch about something.
Oh, hey, I got it, drug commercials.
It’s been a long time since they started putting warning labels on everything and I’m still kind of on the fence about it. I do think it’s what keeps every single commercial on TV from being about drugs, but I also think with prescription drugs people who don’t have the disease or problem really don’t need to know the side effects in the middle of a Tigers and A’s game. And that’s the thing about the ads, you don’t really get much about what they do except “ask your doctor if it’s right for you”. Pharm reps already got to my doctor and gave him samples of shit.
What gets me about the side effects the most is when they say “Don’t take Gopher-Broke if you are allergic to Gopher-Broke” Um, assume those are for the customers who don’t know how to change the channel. The other is when they list all sorts of horrible shit and then say “If any of this horrible shit happens to you contact your doctor immediately.” I wonder if any big Pharm company got sued because the patient who was suffering all this horrible shit thought “Well, it doesn’t say call your doctor, I think I’ll ride this out, it’s probably just part of the healing process.” I guess I can imagine the lawsuit, I just can’t imagine the person willing to go through all that and/or unclear on the concept of calling a doctor when, for instance, blood is gushing from your ass, whether it’s pharmacy related or not.
I had a fun day today. And yesterday. I hung out with the GF. I could type mushy things or inside joke things or even double entrendre’s stacked on heaps. It’s not like that. Well, maybe it is like that, but it’s also something else; electricity, energy, a give and take of life stuff. It’d take me a while to find clarity, I could probably do it too. Hell, there’s dead white guys you have to read in English who made their mark with little windows into boy/girl stuff. Not even windows, just suggestions. It’s a popular subject. Poets dig that shit too. It’s become harder and harder to be a dead white guy who high school students are forced to read because of their poetry. Maybe they just aren’t dead enough yet? Maybe the last generation or two just didn’t like poetry, I don’t know.
My little sister is having boy/girl troubles. I have the clarity just not the energy nor a first person tale yet (which would involve even more energy than the typing of). That cute little panacea of a bumper sticker; Shit Happens? It should have been in a circle. Shit happens, has happened, will happen; it’s the cycle of shit. It’s the same shit. Biologically that’s just gross and incorrect. Biologically it’s a stupid bumpersticker. The guy who thinks it means organisms poop probably is allergic to Gopher-Broke and asked for a new prescription. The same shit happens to different people and the same people at different times, and sometimes it’s happening is provoked and/or predictable, but, that’s because, in part, shit happens, and, in part, because people make shit happen. If you knew shit was going to happen you might be pre-disposed to make it happen on your own schedule.
Ok, stuff I’m not telling you, Big Pharma stuff, GF stuff, Dead White Guys, Shit. That ought to do it.
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