DORIS and ETHEL

It strikes me as more than a little disconcerting that the acne crème you might be talked into using by a well-intentioned doctor might result in heart failure or stroke.  It seems odd that diarrhoea could be the side effect of yet another prescription for anti-depressants. I would find not being able to get off the toilet rather depressing. Actually on that front, most of the anti-depressants have many depressing side effects.

The part that I don’t really understand is how much comparatively worse some of these side effects seem than the ailment that they drug is meant to cure. Usually for Ethel and me, a good cup (okay pot) of coffee can cure most of these ailments to the point where when we check in the bother diary and find we are not so bothered by the problem from the beginning. It certainly complicates the issue to have suddenly found that the “cure” for your horribly disfiguring mild case of eczema is “in a few cases death.” It also complicates things when you have to tell your doctor to prescribe you these prescription-only “cures” after you make an appointment to get the prescription. It certainly sounds like a drug company attempting to monopolize a market and create huge demand for… (Dare I say it?) an unnecessary product.

Just a few thoughts,
Doris

I’m more than slightly disturbed with some of the more fatal side effects of the drugs that some “well intentioned” doctors prescribe to deal with way less fatal medical “problem.” From the prime time television it would appear that you can either have acne or maybe clear skin with only a possible stroke. It’s interesting how completely unrelated some of these side effects are to the medical situation that the doctors are trying to fix.

It’s a mystery to me that some people manage to keep their jobs, let alone their dinner down, when at 7:00 the family is all gathered around the television watching Jeopardy or the like, and you are bombarded with the fourth ad for a vaginal itch treatment. Or they zoom in on the puss filled cold sore that will be ‘virtually’ invisible after a zillion treatments with this nasal spray. Rewind a little, I’d like to return to “that itch you can’t scratch,” first of all- why can’t I scratch it? Secondly, how do YOU know? Most importantly- why are you telling me this at dinner time, I apparently trusted you with very private information and you betray that trust by telling millions of families- how could you?!

I’ve just been severely embarrassed by my lack of Jeopardy skills, and then I watched extremely attractive people tell me that I can cure my allergies with only a few ‘side-effects’ (another blog for another day) and then you have the nerve to tell me I can’t scratch my itch.

So M(iss)r(s). Advertiser, leave your lectures for after prime time… I need the pick me up of some supporting actress’ drama to build up my ego first. Or, at the very least, could you only run it once.

Peace

Doris

Colon cleansing!

Love lots

Doris

For those unsure of what exactly rubbish is: something entirely unimportant that is given great important by Doris and Ethel.

Ethel dear, we probably should do that podcast we promised soon…

Love lots,

Doris