When $140,000 a Year Just Isn’t Enough


“Dr. Drug Rep”

By DANIEL CARLAT

Published: November 25, 2007

I. Faculty Development

On a blustery fall New England day in 2001, a friendly representative from Wyeth Pharmaceuticals came into my office in Newburyport, Mass., and made me an offer I found hard to refuse. He asked me if I’d like to give talks to other doctors about using Effexor XR for treating depression. He told me that I would go around to doctors’ offices during lunchtime and talk about some of the features of Effexor. It would be pretty easy. Wyeth would provide a set of slides and even pay for me to attend a speaker’s training session, and he quickly floated some numbers. I would be paid $500 for one-hour “Lunch and Learn” talks at local doctors’ offices, or $750 if I had to drive an hour. I would be flown to New York for a “faculty-development program,” where I would be pampered in a Midtown hotel for two nights and would be paid an additional “honorarium.”

I thought about his proposition. I had a busy private practice in psychiatry, specializing in psychopharmacology. I was quite familiar with Effexor, since I had read recent studies showing that it might be slightly more effective than S.S.R.I.’s, the most commonly prescribed antidepressants: the Prozacs, Paxils and Zolofts of the world. S.S.R.I. stands for selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor, referring to the fact that these drugs increase levels of the neurotransmitter serotonin, a chemical in the brain involved in regulating moods. Effexor, on the other hand, was being marketed as a dual reuptake inhibitor, meaning that it increases both serotonin and norepinephrine, another neurotransmitter. The theory promoted by Wyeth was that two neurotransmitters are better than one, and that Effexor was more powerful and effective than S.S.R.I.’s.

I had already prescribed Effexor to several patients, and it seemed to work as well as the S.S.R.I.’s. If I gave talks to primary-care doctors about Effexor, I reasoned, I would be doing nothing unethical. It was a perfectly effective treatment option, with some data to suggest advantages over its competitors. The Wyeth rep was simply suggesting that I discuss some of the data with other doctors. Sure, Wyeth would benefit, but so would other doctors, who would become more educated about a good medication.

A few weeks later, my wife and I walked through the luxurious lobby of the Millennium Hotel in Midtown Manhattan. At the reception desk, when I gave my name, the attendant keyed it into the computer and said, with a dazzling smile: “Hello, Dr. Carlat, I see that you are with the Wyeth conference. Here are your materials.”

She handed me a folder containing the schedule of talks, an invitation to various dinners and receptions and two tickets to a Broadway musical. “Enjoy your stay, doctor.” I had no doubt that I would, though I felt a gnawing at the edge of my conscience. This seemed like a lot of money to lavish on me just so that I could provide some education to primary-care doctors in a small town north of Boston.

The next morning, the conference began. There were a hundred or so other psychiatrists from different parts of the U.S. I recognized a couple of the attendees, including an acquaintance I hadn’t seen in a while. I’d heard that he moved to another state and was making a bundle of money, but nobody seemed to know exactly how.

I joined him at his table and asked him what he had been up to. He said he had a busy private practice and had given a lot of talks for Warner-Lambert, a company that had since been acquired by Pfizer. His talks were on Neurontin, a drug that was approved for epilepsy but that my friend had found helpful for bipolar disorder in his practice. (In 2004, Warner-Lambert pleaded guilty to illegally marketing Neurontin for unapproved uses. It is illegal for companies to pay doctors to promote so-called off-label uses.)

I knew about Neurontin and had prescribed it occasionally for bipolar disorder in my practice, though I had never found it very helpful. A recent study found that it worked no better than a placebo for this condition. I asked him if he really thought Neurontin worked for bipolar, and he said that he felt it was “great for some patients” and that he used it “all the time.” Given my clinical experiences with the drug, I wondered whether his positive opinion had been influenced by the money he was paid to give talks.

But I put those questions aside as we gulped down our coffees and took seats in a large lecture room. On the agenda were talks from some of the most esteemed academics in the field, authors of hundreds of articles in the major psychiatric journals. They included Michael Thase, of the University of Pittsburgh and the researcher who single-handedly put Effexor on the map with a meta-analysis, and Norman Sussman, a professor of psychiatry at New York University, who was master of ceremonies.

Thase strode to the lectern first in order to describe his groundbreaking work synthesizing data from more than 2,000 patients who had been enrolled in studies comparing Effexor with S.S.R.I.’s. At this time, with his Effexor study a topic of conversation in the mental-health world, Thase was one of the most well known and well respected psychiatrists in the United States. He cut a captivating figure onstage: tall and slim, dynamic, incredibly articulate and a master of the research craft.

He began by reviewing the results of the meta-analysis that had the psychiatric world abuzz. After carefully pooling and processing data from eight separate clinical trials, Thase published a truly significant finding: Effexor caused a 45 percent remission rate in patients in contrast to the S.S.R.I. rate of 35 percent and the placebo rate of 25 percent. It was the first time one antidepressant was shown to be more effective than any other. Previously, psychiatrists chose antidepressants based on a combination of guesswork, gut feeling and tailoring a drug’s side effects to a patient’s symptom profile. If Effexor was truly more effective than S.S.R.I.’s, it would amount to a revolution in psychiatric practice and a potential windfall for Wyeth.

One impressive aspect of Thase’s presentation was that he was not content to rest on his laurels; rather he raised a series of potential criticisms of his results and then rebutted them convincingly. For example, skeptics had pointed out that Thase was a paid consultant to Wyeth and that both of his co-authors were employees of the company. Thase responded that he had requested and had received all of the company’s data and had not cherry-picked from those studies most favorable for Effexor. This was a significant point, because companies sometimes withhold negative data from publication in medical journals. For example, in 2004, GlaxoSmithKline was sued by Eliot Spitzer, who was then the New York attorney general, for suppressing data hinting that Paxil causes suicidal thoughts in children. The company settled the case and agreed to make clinical-trial results public.

Another objection was that while the study was billed as comparing Effexor with S.S.R.I.’s in general, in fact most of the data compared Effexor with one specific S.S.R.I.: Prozac. Perhaps Effexor was, indeed, more effective than Prozac; this did not necessarily mean that it was more effective than the other S.S.R.I.’s in common use. But Thase announced that since the original study, he had analyzed data on Paxil and other meds and also found differences in remission rates.

For his study, Thase chose what was at that time an unusual measure of antidepressant improvement: “remission,” rather than the more standard measure, “response.” In clinical antidepressant trials, a “response” is defined as a 50 percent improvement in depressive symptoms, as measured by the Hamilton depression scale. Thus, if a patient enters a study scoring a 24 on the Hamilton (which would be a moderate degree of depression), he or she would have “responded” if the final score, after treatment, was 12 or less.

Remission, on the other hand, is defined as “complete” recovery. While you might think that a patient would have to score a 0 on the Hamilton to be in remission, in fact very few people score that low, no matter how deliriously happy they are. Instead, researchers come up with various cutoff scores for remission. Thase chose a cutoff score of 7 or below.

In his study, he emphasized the remission rates and not the response rates. As I listened to his presentation, I wondered why. Was it because he felt that remission was the only really meaningful outcome by which to compare drugs? Or was it because using remission made Effexor look more impressive than response did? Thase indirectly addressed this issue in his paper by pointing out that even when remission was defined in different ways, with different cutoff points, Effexor beat the S.S.R.I.’s every time. That struck me as a pretty convincing endorsement of Wyeth’s antidepressant.

The next speaker, Norm Sussman, took the baton from Thase and explored the concept of remission in more detail. Sussman’s job was to systematically go through the officially sanctioned “slide deck” — slides provided to us by Wyeth, which we were expected to use during our own presentations.

If Thase was the riveting academic, Sussman was the engaging populist, translating some of the drier research concepts into terms that our primary-care-physician audiences would understand. Sussman exhorted us not to be satisfied with response and encouraged us to set the bar higher. “Is the patient doing everything they were doing before they got depressed?” he asked. “Are they doing it even better? That’s remission.” To further persuade us, he highlighted a slide showing that patients who made it all the way to remission are less likely to relapse to another depressive episode than patients who merely responded. And for all its methodological limitations, it was a slide that I would become well acquainted with, as I would use it over and over again in my own talks.

When it came to side effects, Effexor’s greatest liability was that it could cause hypertension, a side effect not shared by S.S.R.I.’s. Sussman showed us some data from the clinical trials, indicating that at lower doses, about 3 percent of patients taking Effexor had hypertension as compared with about 2 percent of patients assigned to a placebo. There was only a 1 percent difference between Effexor and placebo, he commented, and pointed out that treating high blood pressure might be a small price to pay for relief from depression.

It was an accurate reading of the data, and I remember finding it a convincing defense of Effexor’s safety. As I look back at my notes now, however, I notice that another way of describing the same numbers would have been to say that Effexor leads to a 50 percent greater rate of hypertension than a placebo. Framed this way, Effexor looks more hazardous.

And so it went for the rest of the afternoon.

Was I swallowing the message whole? Certainly not. I knew that this was hardly impartial medical education, and that we were being fed a marketing line. But when you are treated like the anointed, wined and dined in Manhattan and placed among the leaders of the field, you inevitably put some of your critical faculties on hold. I was truly impressed with Effexor’s remission numbers, and like any physician, I was hopeful that something new and different had been introduced to my quiver of therapeutic options.

At the end of the last lecture, we were all handed envelopes as we left the conference room. Inside were checks for $750. It was time to enjoy ourselves in the city.

II. The Art and Science of Detailing

Pharmaceutical “detailing” is the term used to describe those sales visits in which drug reps go to doctors’ offices to describe the benefits of a specific drug. Once I returned to my Newburyport office from New York, a couple of voice-mail messages from local Wyeth reps were already waiting for me, inviting me to give some presentations at local doctors’ offices. I was about to begin my speaking — and detailing — career in earnest.

How many doctors speak for drug companies? We don’t know for sure, but one recent study indicates that at least 25 percent of all doctors in the United States receive drug money for lecturing to physicians or for helping to market drugs in other ways. This meant that I was about to join some 200,000 American physicians who are being paid by companies to promote their drugs. I felt quite flattered to have been recruited, and I assumed that the rep had picked me because of some special personal or professional quality.

The first talk I gave brought me back to earth rather quickly. I distinctly remember the awkwardness of walking into my first waiting room. The receptionist slid the glass partition open and asked if I had an appointment.

“Actually, I’m here to meet with the doctor.”

“Oh, O.K. And is that a scheduled appointment?”

“I’m here to give a talk.”

A light went on. “Oh, are you part of the drug lunch?”

Regardless of how I preferred to think of myself (an educator, a psychiatrist, a consultant), I was now classified as one facet of a lunch helping to pitch a drug, a convincing sidekick to help the sales rep. Eventually, with an internal wince, I began to introduce myself as “Dr. Carlat, here for the Wyeth lunch.”

The drug rep who arranged the lunch was always there, usually an attractive, vivacious woman with platters of gourmet sandwiches in tow. Hungry doctors and their staff of nurses and receptionists would filter into the lunch room, grateful for free food.

Once there was a critical mass (and crucially, once the M.D.’s arrived), I was given the go-ahead by the Wyeth reps to start. I dove into my talk, going through a handout that I created, based on the official slide deck. I discussed the importance of remission, the basics of the Thase study showing the advantage of Effexor, how to dose the drug, the side effects, and I added a quick review of the other common antidepressants.

While I still had some doubts, I continued to be impressed by the 10 percent advantage in remission rates that Effexor held over S.S.R.I.’s; that advantage seemed significant enough to overcome Effexor’s more prominent side effects. Yes, I was highlighting Effexor’s selling points and playing down its disadvantages, and I knew it. But was my salesmanship going to bring harm to anybody? It seemed unlikely. The worst case was that Effexor was no more effective than anything else; it certainly was no less effective.

During my first few talks, I worried a lot about my performance. Was I too boring? Did the doctors see me as sleazy? Did the Wyeth reps find me sufficiently persuasive? But the day after my talks, I would get a call or an e-mail message from the rep saying that I did a great job, that the doctor was impressed and that they wanted to use me more. Indeed, I started receiving more and more invitations from other reps, and I soon had talks scheduled every week. I learned later that Wyeth and other companies have speaker-evaluation systems. After my talks, the reps would fill out a questionnaire rating my performance, which quickly became available to other Wyeth reps throughout the area.

As the reps became comfortable with me, they began to see me more as a sales colleague. I received faxes before talks preparing me for particular doctors. One note informed me that the physician we’d be visiting that day was a “decile 6 doctor and is not prescribing any Effexor XR, so please tailor accordingly. There is also one more doc in the practice that we are not familiar with.” The term “decile 6” is drug-rep jargon for a doctor who prescribes a lot of medications. The higher the “decile” (in a range from 1 to 10), the higher the prescription volume, and the more potentially lucrative that doctor could be for the company.

A note from another rep reminded me of a scene from “Mission: Impossible.” “Dr. Carlat: Our main target, Dr. , is an internist. He spreads his usage among three antidepressants, Celexa, Zoloft and Paxil, at about 25-30 percent each. He is currently using about 6 percent Effexor XR. Our access is very challenging with lunches six months out.” This doctor’s schedule of lunches was filled with reps from other companies; it would be vital to make our sales visit count.+

Naïve as I was, I found myself astonished at the level of detail that drug companies were able to acquire about doctors’ prescribing habits. I asked my reps about it; they told me that they received printouts tracking local doctors’ prescriptions every week. The process is called “prescription data-mining,” in which specialized pharmacy-information companies (like IMS Health and Verispan) buy prescription data from local pharmacies, repackage it, then sell it to pharmaceutical companies. This information is then passed on to the drug reps, who use it to tailor their drug-detailing strategies. This may include deciding which physicians to aim for, as my Wyeth reps did, but it can help sales in other ways. For example, Shahram Ahari, a former drug rep for Eli Lilly (the maker of Prozac) who is now a researcher at the University of California at San Francisco’s School of Pharmacy, said in an article in The Washington Post that as a drug rep he would use this data to find out which doctors were prescribing Prozac’s competitors, like Effexor. Then he would play up specific features of Prozac that contrasted favorably with the other drug, like the ease with which patients can get off Prozac, as compared with the hard time they can have withdrawing from Effexor.

The American Medical Association is also a key player in prescription data-mining. Pharmacies typically will not release doctors’ names to the data-mining companies, but they will release their Drug Enforcement Agency numbers. The A.M.A. licenses its file of U.S. physicians, allowing the data-mining companies to match up D.E.A. numbers to specific physicians. The A.M.A. makes millions in information-leasing money.

Once drug companies have identified the doctors, they must woo them. In the April 2007 issue of the journal PLoS Medicine, Dr. Adriane Fugh-Berman of Georgetown teamed up with Ahari (the former drug rep) to describe the myriad techniques drug reps use to establish relationships with physicians, including inviting them to a speaker’s meeting. These can serve to cement a positive a relationship between the rep and the doctor. This relationship is crucial, they say, since “drug reps increase drug sales by influencing physicians, and they do so with finely titrated doses of friendship.”

III. Uncomfortable Moments

I gave many talks over the ensuing several months, and I gradually became more comfortable with the process. Each setting was somewhat different. Sometimes I spoke to a crowded conference room with several physicians, nurses and other clinical staff. Other times, I sat at a small lunch table with only one other physician (plus the rep), having what amounted to a conversation about treating depression. My basic Effexor spiel was similar in the various settings, with the focus on remission and the Thase data.

Meanwhile, I was keeping up with new developments in the research literature related to Effexor, and not all of the news was positive. For example, as more data came out comparing Effexor with S.S.R.I.’s other than Prozac, the Effexor remission advantage became slimmer — more like 5 percent instead of the originally reported 10 percent. Statistically, this 5 percent advantage meant that only one out of 20 patients would potentially do better on Effexor than S.S.R.I.’s — much less compelling than the earlier proportion of one out of 10.

I also became aware of other critiques of the original Thase meta-analysis. For example, some patients enrolled in the original Effexor studies took S.S.R.I.’s in the past and presumably had not responded well. This meant that the study population may have been enriched with patients who were treatment-resistant to S.S.R.I.’s, giving Effexor an inherent advantage.

I didn’t mention any of this in my talks, partly because none of it had been included in official company slides, and partly because I was concerned that the reps wouldn’t invite me to give talks if I divulged any negative information. But I was beginning to struggle with the ethics of my silence.

One of my most uncomfortable moments came when I gave a presentation to a large group of psychiatrists. I was in the midst of wrapping up my talk with some information about Effexor and blood pressure. Referring to a large study paid for by Wyeth, I reported that patients are liable to develop hypertension only if they are taking Effexor at doses higher than 300 milligrams per day.

“Really?” one psychiatrist in the room said. “I’ve seen hypertension at lower doses in my patients.”

“I suppose it can happen, but it’s rare at doses that are commonly used for depression.”

He looked at me, frowned and shook his head. “That hasn’t been my experience.”

I reached into my folder where I kept some of the key Effexor studies in case such questions arose.

According to this study of 3,744 patients, the rate of high blood pressure was 2.2 percent in the placebo group, and 2.9 percent in the group of patients who had taken daily doses of Effexor no larger than 300 milligrams. Patients taking more than 300 milligrams had a 9 percent risk of hypertension. As I went through the numbers with the doctor, however, I felt unsettled. I started talking faster, a sure sign of nervousness for me.

Driving home, I went back over the talk in my mind. I knew I had not lied — I had reported the data exactly as they were reported in the paper. But still, I had spun the results of the study in the most positive way possible, and I had not talked about the limitations of the data. I had not, for example, mentioned that if you focused specifically on patients taking between 200 and 300 milligrams per day, a commonly prescribed dosage range, you found a 3.7 percent incidence of hypertension. While this was not a statistically significant higher rate than the placebo, it still hinted that such moderate doses could, indeed, cause hypertension. Nor had I mentioned the fact that since the data were derived from placebo-controlled clinical trials, the patients were probably not representative of the patients seen in most real practices. Patients who are very old or who have significant medical problems are excluded from such studies. But real-world patients may well be at higher risk to develop hypertension on Effexor. +

I realized that in my canned talks, I was blithely minimizing the hypertension risks, conveniently overlooking the fact that hypertension is a dangerous condition and not one to be trifled with. Why, I began to wonder, would anyone prescribe an antidepressant that could cause hypertension when there were many other alternatives? And why wasn’t I asking this obvious question out loud during my talks?

I felt rattled. That psychiatrist’s frown stayed with me — a mixture of skepticism and contempt. I wondered if he saw me for what I feared I had become — a drug rep with an M.D. I began to think that the money was affecting my critical judgement. I was willing to dance around the truth in order to make the drug reps happy. Receiving $750 checks for chatting with some doctors during a lunch break was such easy money that it left me giddy. Like an addiction, it was very hard to give up.

There was another problem: one of Effexor’s side effects. Patients who stopped the medication were calling their doctors and reporting symptoms like severe dizziness and lightheadedness, bizarre electric-shock sensations in their heads, insomnia, sadness and tearfulness. Some patients thought they were having strokes or nervous breakdowns and were showing up in emergency rooms. Gradually, however, it became clear that these were “withdrawal” symptoms. These were particularly common problems with Effexor because it has a short half-life, a measure of the time it takes the body to metabolize half of the total amount of a drug in the bloodstream. Paxil, another short half-life antidepressant, caused similar problems.

At the Wyeth meeting in New York, these withdrawal effects were mentioned in passing, though we were assured that Effexor withdrawal symptoms were uncommon and could usually be avoided by tapering down the dose very slowly. But in my practice, that strategy often did not work, and patients were having a very hard time coming off Effexor in order to start a trial of a different antidepressant.

I wrestled with how to handle this issue in my Effexor talks, since I believed it was a significant disadvantage of the drug. Psychiatrists frequently have to switch medications because of side effects or lack of effectiveness, and anticipating this potential need to change medications plays into our initial choice of a drug. Knowing that Effexor was hard to give up made me think twice about prescribing it in the first place.

During my talks, I found myself playing both sides of the issue, making sure to mention that withdrawal symptoms could be severe but assuring doctors that they could “usually” be avoided. Was I lying? Not really, since there were no solid published data, and indeed some patients had little problem coming off Effexor. But was I tweaking and pruning the truth in order to stay positive about the product? Definitely. And how did I rationalize this? I convinced myself that I had told “most” of the truth and that the potential negative consequences of this small truth “gap” were too trivial to worry about.

As the months went on, I developed more and more reservations about recommending that Effexor be used as a “first line” drug before trying the S.S.R.I.’s. Not only were the newer comparative data less impressive, but the studies were short-term, lasting only 6 to 12 weeks. It seemed entirely possible that if the clinical trials had been longer — say, six months — S.S.R.I.’s would have caught up with Effexor. Effexor was turning out to be an antidepressant that might have a very slight effectiveness advantage over S.S.R.I.’s but that caused high blood pressure and had prolonged withdrawal symptoms.

At my next Lunch and Learn, I mentioned toward the end of my presentation that data in support of Effexor were mainly short-term, and that there was a possibility that S.S.R.I.’s were just as effective. I felt reckless, but I left the office with a restored sense of integrity.

Several days later, I was visited by the same district manager who first offered me the speaking job. Pleasant as always, he said: “My reps told me that you weren’t as enthusiastic about our product at your last talk. I told them that even Dr. Carlat can’t hit a home run every time. Have you been sick?”

At that moment, I decided my career as an industry-sponsored speaker was over. The manager’s message couldn’t be clearer: I was being paid to enthusiastically endorse their drug. Once I stopped doing that, I was of little value to them, no matter how much “medical education” I provided.

IV. Life After Drug Money

A year after starting my educational talks for drug companies (I had also given two talks for Forest Pharmaceuticals, pushing the antidepressant Lexapro), I quit. I had made about $30,000 in supplemental income from these talks, a significant addition to the $140,000 or so I made from my private practice. Now I publish a medical-education newsletter for psychiatrists that is not financed by the pharmaceutical industry and that tries to critically assess drug research and marketing claims. I still see patients, and I still prescribe Effexor. I don’t prescribe it as frequently as I used to, but I have seen many patients turn their lives around because they responded to this drug and to nothing else. +

In 2002, the drug industry’s trade group adopted voluntary guidelines limiting some of the more lavish benefits to doctors. While the guidelines still allow all-expenses-paid trips for physicians to attend meetings at fancy hotels, they no longer pay for spouses to attend the dinners or hand out tickets to musicals. In an e-mail message, a Wyeth spokesman wrote that Wyeth employees must follow that code and “our own Wyeth policies, which, in some cases, exceed” the trade group’s code.

Looking back on the year I spent speaking for Wyeth, I’ve asked myself if my work as a company speaker led me to do bad things. Did I contribute to faulty medical decision making? Did my advice lead doctors to make inappropriate drug choices, and did their patients suffer needlessly?

Maybe. I’m sure I persuaded many physicians to prescribe Effexor, potentially contributing to blood-pressure problems and withdrawal symptoms. On the other hand, it’s possible that some of those patients might have gained more relief from their depression and anxiety than they would have if they had been started on an S.S.R.I. Not likely, but possible.

I still allow drug reps to visit my office and give me their pitches. While these visits are short on useful medical information, they do allow me to keep up with trends in drug marketing. Recently, a rep from Bristol-Myers Squibb came into my office and invited me to a dinner program on the antipsychotic Abilify.

“I think it will be a great program, Dr. Carlat,” he said. “Would you like to come?” I glanced at the invitation. I recognized the name of the speaker, a prominent and widely published psychiatrist flown in from another state. The restaurant was one of the finest in town.

I was tempted. The wine, the great food, the proximity to a famous researcher — why not rejoin that inner circle of the select for an evening? But then I flashed to a memory of myself five years earlier, standing at a lectern and clearing my throat at the beginning of a drug-company presentation. I vividly remembered my sensations — the careful monitoring of what I would say, the calculations of how frank I should be.

“No,” I said, as I handed the rep back the invitation. “I don’t think I can make it. But thanks anyway.”

Daniel Carlat is an assistant clinical professor of psychiatry at Tufts University School of Medicine and the publisher of The Carlat Psychiatry Report.

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Needing Answers


It began with a memo from the apartment building manager dated October 10 that said “Until further notice, the Community Room will be closed when the office is closed.”  No explanation was given except “absolutely necessary . . . health and safety. . .”  The manager used to be Ms Friendly but she’s become short-tempered and snappish lately.  She doesn’t reply to complaints or hold any town meetings, so the tenants get pretty upset about this kind of thing.  It’s our home; we’d like to know what’s going on.

The Community Room is used a lot because our apartments are only 540 square feet—about the size of a two-car garage—and most of us are too sick and/or disabled to go outside, nevertheless, and we need to get out of our tiny apartments, of which there are 176.  The Community Room contains exercise equipment and two pool tables that the men use a lot in the evenings.  It also has a television and sofas that are used by people who can’t afford Time Warner service in their apartment.  Of the 176 tenants, 91% are disabled.  All of them are poor, mostly having the basic Social Security income of $834/month.  Old women gather around the tables to talk.  What a crisis!  Nowhere to gather to talk!  We generally do not go to other people’s apartments or invite other people to ours because of the bed bug situation.

About three years ago, we were inundated with an epidemic of bed bugs.  Management had a pest control service on retainer but tenants failed to self-identify when they had bed bugs.  Management couldn’t get control of the situation until it took charge and started top-to-bottom inspections of every apartment on a regular basis.  The pest company found that 75% of the apartments had bugs of one sort or another.  All affected apartments were sprayed every three or four days.  Now, we are down to about 9% infestation, which is about five out of 176.  This is about as good as you can get.  But we have learned not to visit each other.  Your neighbor comes in, sits on your sofa for fifteen minutes, and the next thing you know you have to buy a mattress cover, launder all your clothes, take all your winter things to the dry cleaner—and you don’t have the money or the energy to do it.  So you visit in the Community Room, where it is management’s job to keep the bugs out.

But now the Community Room is closed, so we want to know why.  You shouldn’t punish an entire community for some wrongful act of just one or a few people.  And what about the Wednesday evening dinner served by a local church?  It’s the only nice community thing that happens here, but it starts at 5:30 p.m. and the office closes at 4:30 p.m.  Is the weekly dinner shut down, too?  We want to know!  We want answers!  We are people, not bed bugs, and people need information in order to make decisions about their lives.

The manager refuses to provide any information, including the name and contact information for her supervisor, so we ask each other what happened.  Answers come back:

  • The man from apartment 513 died in the Community Room.
  • A woman was ambulanced to the hospital around 10:00 p.m.
  • The man in apartment 513 was found dead in his apartment; he’d been dead about three days.
  • “One of the schizophrenics” threw feces in the Community Room.
  • The man from 513, in a wheelchair, was mugged on the street outside the front entrance.
  • The woman with pneumonia called the police around 2:00 a.m. for the man being mugged, but they didn’t come.
  • The ambulance came and took the woman to the hospital around 3:00 a.m.

We have been denied the use of a fundamental part of our living space, and we don’t know why.  We live in a HUD-subsidized property and there is no requirement for the management company to treat us like mature adults.  So, needing answers, we make them up.

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How Not To Be Depressed, Part 2b


2b. Don’t get an autoimmune disease.

There is a relatively new area of medical investigation called PNIE—psychoneuroimmunoendocrinology. It says that how you feel emotionally is related to your nerves, your immune system, and your hormones. Who’d a thunk that your immune system has anything to do with your emotions? But it does. Ask anybody with multiple sclerosis (MS).

MS is an autoimmune disease, i.e., a disease caused by the immune system attacking the Self instead of behaving itself and only attacking Foreign Invaders. Autoimmune diseases are most prevalent among women, not men. This is thought to be because women must have a more complicated immune system than men for one major reason: women host the fetus. From the moment that sperm enters a woman’s body, her immune system has to accommodate both what is Self and not-Self, i.e., her DNA and her partner’s DNA. This poses a major problem because the immune system is supposed to reject what is not Self. Miscarriages may be the result of the mother’s immune system not being able to figure out that it is supposed to tolerate this particular foreign invader.

So a lot of women get MS and then they get depressed. Since the beginning of doctoring, male doctors have declared that women get depressed about a lot of things and getting depressed about having MS is just one of them. Prescribe antidepressants and move on. Ah, but no. Physicians have recently begun to realize (I thought they had known years ago—I certainly did) that people don’t get depressed ABOUT having MS. Multiple sclerosis IS the depression. The characteristics of MS include blurred vision, loss of balance, tingling, muscle weakness and depression. The body is making you depressed.

Rumor has it that hyperglycemia—chronic high blood sugar—and CFIDS—chronic fatigue immune dysfunction syndrome—also cause depression. My glucose has been over 350 (it’s supposed to be below 120) for several years. For the first couple of years I was dreadfully depressed. Now, after craniosacral therapy, homeopathic remedies, and such other alternatives, I no longer am depressed on a regular basis. So does uncontrolled diabetes really cause depression?

CFIDS, another autoimmune disease, is known internationally as myalgic encephalomyelitis and one of the world leaders in the treatment thereof is Dr. Sarah Myhill in Wales, who has treated over five thousand people. She says, “The main cause of depression in CFS [chronic fatigue syndrome] patients results from bad treatment by their physicians.” And there we have just done a 180-degree turnaround: the cause of depression is unexpressed anger; the cause of the anger is not having the power you need to live your life. Depression is caused by repressed anger at the dorkhead physicians who won’t listen or work cooperatively with you. The cure for this depression is to get mad at the physician. So he kicks you out of his practice—so what? He’s not doing you any good anyway. Better to move on without him.

Other people with autoimmune diseases often have been diagnosed as having psychiatric disorders. A psychiatrist whose wife has lupus told me that the initial diagnosis for lupus often is psychosis. People with autoimmune diseases are frequently found on inpatient psychiatry. Asthma, psoriasis, Crohn’s, celiac—all these and more are autoimmune diseases; go to http://www.aarda.org/research-report/ for a long list of autoimmune diseases. Once you get one autoimmune disease then you are more susceptible to a second or third, and once you get an autoimmune disease then your emotional life is at risk.

Physicians know little to nothing about the immune system. You’ve got to be self-taught on this on. The director of hospitalists at one hospital told me he had learned more about the immune system from trying to treat me than he’d ever learned in medical school. They just aren’t teaching immunology. If you have an autoimmune disorder then you may have to see as many as a dozen physicians before you find one who gets it right. Rely heavily on your own research on the Internet, chat rooms, friends, and the grace of God to get a proper diagnosis. If you believe that your disturbance is in your body, not your mind, then stick to your guns. You cannot stop physicians from telling you that you’re crazy but you don’t ever, ever have to believe them.

I have myalgic encephalomyelitis, which is an autoimmune disorder that affects both the nervous system and the immune system. According to Dr. Myhill, one of the worst things you can do if you have this chronic fatigue syndrome is take antidepressants: I took them every day for 26 years. That is why I have spent the past decade in a wheelchair. Do you really want to risk going there?

The antidepressants, on top of the ME/CFIDS, totally fucked my immune system. By the time I stopped taking antidepressants in 2001, my immune system was reacting to makeup, jewelry, food, pets, a handmade quilt, any change in the weather—just about everything. And, most particularly, I have not been able to tolerate any pharmaceuticals for the past 15 years. Seriously. The antidepressants that were supposed to relieve my depression became the drug that was causing my depression.

Your immune system is your best friend. Treat it gently and with respect. Every time you take a pill your immune system comes running to evaluate what you’ve just ingested and then reacts to it. The first symptom of immune distress is fatigue, or—as the handout from the pharmacy says—tiredness, lethargy, exhaustion, listlessness, weakness, lassitude, low energy, drowsiness. Virtually every drug you take carries one of these words in the list of side effects. What they mean is that your immune system is fighting with your pharmaceuticals.

My psychiatrist had an atypical kidney infection and actually believed his physician who said that he had to take an antibiotic for four weeks. In week one, the twinkle went out of his eyes. Week two, he sighed and complained of being too tired. Week three, I told him it was his antibiotic but he didn’t believe me. By week four, he was talking about retiring. In week five, off the drug, he bounced back with a twinkle in his eye and a joke on his lips. From retirement to comedy in one week because he stopped his antibiotic. Take the lesson.

Do everything in your power to avoid taking pharmaceuticals. They are not benign; they are challenging your immune system, which can cause depression.

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Physical or Mental Illness?


Last year—The Year of the Beast—while I was a patient in Crouse Hospital I had multiple episodes in which I was fully conscious but unresponsive. Following severely stressful events I could hear what was happening around me but I could not open my eyes, speak or move any body part. The episodes would clear spontaneously within three or four hours. When I requested a neurological consult, the hospitalist said, “You don’t have a brain tumor and you’re not having a stroke, so you don’t need a neurologist.”

What follows here is a 30-year-old article about how to assess for a physical disturbance when a person is presenting with symptoms of mental disorder. I think that this organized approach to evaluation is still valuable today. Also, the doctor who wrote it does some very straight talking about why physicians treat so badly people who have psychiatric diagnoses.

HOW TO TELL IF SOMEONE DIAGNOSED WITH A MENTAL ILLNESS, HAS ANOTHER MEDICAL DISORDER (THAT MAY HAVE LED TO A MISDIAGNOSIS)
by
DR. RON DIAMOND
(This is not medical advice. Do not rely on it Discuss with your doctor. )

Doctors often do not take enough time with patients to get to the root cause of their issues. This article from early 1980s (in four parts) may help individuals think though if what is presenting as schizophrenia, depression, or anxiety disorder is really caused by some other physical illness. It will also help you better understand whether someone correctly diagnosed as having a mental illness may also have an underlying undiagnosed medical illness. It will point to questions you should ask your doctor.

It is based entirely on information in a paper by Dr. Ron Diamond, who was kind enough to let us use it. D.J. Jaffe edited this paper for families. This information should not substitute for a consultation with your doctor and some of it may now be out of date. We thank Dr. Diamond.

SECTION 1: WHAT TO LOOK FOR IF YOU EXPECT SOMEONE WITH AN NBD HAS AN UNDERLYING MEDICAL ILLNESS
SECTION 2: HOW TO INVESTIGATE
SECTION 3: HOW TO INVOLVE THE PHYSICIAN AND FEED BACK
SECTION 4: MEDICAL CONDITIONS THAT CAN MIMIC PSYCHOTIC DISORDERS
SECTION 5: MEDICAL CONDITIONS THAT CAN MIMIC DEPRESSION
SECTION 1: WHAT TO LOOK FOR IF YOU EXPECT SOMEONE WITH AN NBD HAS AN UNDERLYING MEDICAL ILLNESS

There is a very real possibility that what seems to be a psychiatric problem is caused by some physical illness. How common is this problem? Very…and not very. Most people will not have a medical disease masquerading as a neurobiological disorder (“NBD”, formerly known as ‘mental’ illness). So doctors get sloppy and stop looking for underlying physical causes. This is especially true if the doctor dislikes the patient. Yet, these often-sicker individuals are more likely to have an undiagnosed organic brain syndrome than others.

The medical causes of psychiatric symptoms should always be considered. If you and your doctor don’t look for an underlying physical problem, you won’t find any.

You need to know enough about these medical illnesses and how to look for them to decide whether a further medical assessment is necessary. In addition, doctors also often miss physical disorders that are significant, but unrelated to the ‘mental’ disorder so you should look for those as well.
Be suspicious of “medical clearance”.

Just because a doctor says there is no underlying medical problem (i.e., the patient has “medical clearance”), don’t believe it. Physicians are often uncomfortable around people with NBD and may tend to dismiss the complaints of psychiatric patients or blame the complaints on the fact that the person has an NBD. In addition, at times patients may behave in ways that make evaluation more difficult, either by being unwilling to give a full history, unable to give an accurate description of symptoms, or too frightened to allow a full physical examination.

People with schizophrenia get sick, just like other people. The fact that someone is actively psychotic does not mean that they do not also have a serious medical illness.

Even in patients who clearly have schizophrenia or some other diagnosable mental illness and who have had an excellent medical workup in the past, it is important to consider whether their current complaints or recent change in behavior could be related to a recent medical illness. In fact, because psychotic patients are more difficult to evaluate, if they do happen to have a serious medical illness, it is more likely to get missed.

Following are common assumptions that lead to missed diagnosis by M.D.s:
• Mistaking symptoms for their causes
• Listening without fully considering all possibilities;
• Equating psychosis with schizophrenia
• Relying on a single information source

SECTION 2: HOW TO INVESTIGATE AND FEED WHAT YOU FIND TO THE DOCTOR.
LOOK FOR SOMETHING SPECIFIC RATHER THAN GROPE RANDOMLY.
There are a list of diagnosis which could mimic schizophrenia, depression, and anxiety or cause their own issues. What follows below is how a lay person can look for signs of the medical disorders that may mimic psychiatric disorders, record them, and bring them to doctors attention if found.
The following observations are often possible for a consumer to determine, or can be done by a family member (even on a completely uncooperative person). They should be done to help determine if what is being diagnosed as ‘psychosis’, is actually another organic disorder masquerading as psychosis:

The following factors make medical illness more likely:
• A person over 40 with no previous psychiatric history:
• No history of similar symptoms
• Coexistence of chronic disease
• History of head injury
• Change in headache pattern
• A patient who gets worse when given antipsychotic or anxiolytic medications
• Visual disturbances, either double vision or partial visual loss
• Speech deficits, either dysarthrias (problems with the mechanical production of speech sounds) or aphasias (difficulty with word comprehension or word usage).
• Abnormal autonomic signs (blood pressure, pulse, temperature)
• Disorientation and/or memory impairment
• Fluctuating or impaired level of consciousness
• Abnormal body movements
• Hallucinations that are visual and vivid in color and change rapidly
• Olfactory (smell) hallucinations
• Illusions (misinterpretations of stimuli)
• Blood or pus in the urine,
• High blood pressure
• Symptoms of chest pain while at rest,
• Headaches associated with vomiting
• Loss of control of urine or stool
You should ask about each of these and try to determine if they are present. Take specific notes to bring to the doctor.
Look for the following information if you are looking for an underlying physical ailment . . . http://www.mentalillnesspolicy.org/coping/misdiagnosis.html

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How Not To Be Depressed, Part 2a


2. Intentionally live a healthy life.

If you want to not get depressed, then live a physically healthy life. Go to bed early, eat a healthy diet and get plenty of exercise. Your emotions travel the biochemical and nerve routes of your body. A healthy body is a precursor for a healthy mind. There actually was a time and a place on this planet where the body and soul were accepted as a single entity. Contemplate that concept, why don’t you? Now, in the United States, the psyche has been divided into mind, emotion and spirit with separate specialists for each one. The body is an entirely different matter.

It doesn’t work. The mind and the body are parts of a single whole and what happens to the body affects the mind. Nobody knows where the body stops and the mind begins but some people are trying to sort it out. Consider the fellow who traveled, studied, and created a yoga center. Then, at age 32, he went to medical school because he wanted to learn more about the mind/body connection. Dr. Gerry Edwards now practices a particularly understanding form of family medicine. Would God that all physicians were so diversely trained.

Two things that are known about the mind/body relationship are that the immune system and points in the nervous system correlate to depression. Lower back pain goes hand-in-hand with depression. I first saw this during the many hospitalizations I experienced at St. Joseph’s Hospital. St. Joe’s was a general hospital where people would go to be treated for their back problems and then find themselves transferred to inpatient psychiatry for treatment of their depression and nobody realized that the two were connected, but there were too many bad-backs-with-depression for it to have been a coincidence.

Then a friend called me for counseling: her son, who had frequent episodes of depression, was now suicidal for the first time in his life. After much woman-talk about the fellow’s feelings, his mother just happened to mention that her son was a construction worker and three days prior had injured his lower back in a work accident.

You can’t learn anything new until stop you stop doing old things and leave vacancies for new things to enter. Last year I utterly renounced physical medicine and opened the door for new treatments to enter. One of the things I found was craniosacral massage.

According to Wikipedia, “Craniosacral therapy (CST), or cranial-sacral therapy, is a form of bodywork or alternative therapy focused primarily on the concept of ‘primary respiration’ and regulating the flow of cerebrospinal fluid by using therapeutic touch to manipulate the synarthrodial joints of the cranium. To do this, a practitioner will apply light touches to a patient’s skull, face, spine and pelvis. Craniosacral therapy was developed by John Upledger, D.O. in the 1970s, and is loosely based on osteopathy in the cranial field (OCF), which was developed in the 1930s by William Garner Sutherland.

“According to the American Cancer Society, although CST may relieve the symptoms of stress or tension, ‘available scientific evidence does not support claims that craniosacral therapy helps in treating cancer or any other disease’. CST has been characterized as pseudoscience and its practice has been called quackery.”

Unless, of course, you’ve actually experienced craniosacral therapy, as I have. I was physically wrecked and knew it, so I got a physician’s referral for physical therapy and—lo and behold—what the physical therapist offered was not a series of bending, stretching and lifting exercises: what he offered was craniosacral therapy (CST). (A brief aside here: off and on for about three decades I have used the services of a physical therapist who does the bend-stretch-lift stuff. When I went in search of him this year, his group told me that he’d left and they didn’t know where he currently was practicing, hence I met this new fellow who does CST. One wonders about God’s direction in one’s life.)

So physical therapist Chris Scanlon entered my life and, as he gently began to massage me back into some semblance of goodness, he explained that depression is associated with three points in the body: a spot in the middle of the skull, the OA joint (which is where the spine enters the skull), and the sacrum (which is at the base of the spine). According to the learned Chris, tightness and strictures in any of these three places is consistent with depression. If you can, through the subtleness of CST massage, release the restrictions in these areas then you will also be relieving the depression. Hey, works for me, babe.

According to Chris, the complications in the OA joint in my neck were among the worst he’d ever seen. He said that the problems to tendons, ligaments and muscles can be caused by distress at birth, whiplash in a car accident, and many other things. There’s no telling when or where the damage came from but it’s certainly there. Likewise, it is “there” in the lower back—the sacrum—after a construction accident.

A sensitive and thoughtful practitioner of craniosacral therapy can lightly lay hands on these places and subtly apply pressure until the cramped-up joints start to release and let natural healing take place. There are no negative side effects. Positive side effects may include thoughtful, hour-long conversations with a nice man who is kind and full of interesting ideas.

So if you don’t want to be depressed, take good care of your spine—top and bottom—and if you have some kind of accident then go see a craniosacral therapist. And read the rest of the Wikipedia entry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craniosacral_therapy. The American Cancer Society should confine itself to talking about cancer, not “any other disease.” It doesn’t know dick about depression.

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How Not To Be Depressed, Part 1


1. Choose your parents carefully.
There are two issues here: first, genetics and, second, child-rearing practices. According to the National Institute of Mental Health’s research, there is a gene for depression and it comes in a long form and a short form. Get two of the short-form genes and you could be in for a lot of depression.

This may or may not be true. You may have a depression-vulnerable gene but it still takes something to activate it, to trigger it. Like alcoholism, you may inherit the gene but not turn it on. For example, if you grow up on a farm and then become a farmer, and the nearest bar is a long ways in town, you may never become an alcoholic. On the other hand, if you grow up in a family that drinks a lot, get a job in sales or advertising, and your office is next door to a bar then you may trigger your alcoholism gene. Genetics do not determine your life; rather, they give you a particular vulnerability.

Depression is repressed anger, so choose parents who know how to deal with anger. A young woman had a little boy whom she disciplined for doing something wrong. It made the little boy angry, which was understandable, but what the mother did was nothing short of amazing. As the angry child stomped off, his mother called him back, held out both her hands, palms up, and told the boy to hit her hands. In his anger, he at first refused but she insisted so finally he did, then went off to play. The child was too young to understand his anger and have a good chat with his mom about it, so what she did was simply acknowledge that he was angry, and accept—indeed, insist—that he express his anger. What is most amazing about this is that the woman was my sister and she had been raised in a home where anger was totally unacceptable.

My parents were both disappointed in their marriage and therefore perpetually angry with each other. Like the man said, “I can tell if my wife’s mad at me by the way she smacks the pans.” Yepper, yepper, yepper. When there is anger then its message permeates a home. My parent’s anger made me angry. I wanted to yell at them to STOP IT! Get over your anger! Love each other—love me—I can’t stand this constant bickering!

But any sign of anger from me resulted in my mother snapping “Don’t talk to me that way, young lady!” This would be followed by “Don’t use that tone of voice” and “Take that expression off your face.” So if you don’t want to get depressed then get parents who can tolerate your anger and work with it. Like the man said, “The best preventative psychiatry is having children at the right time for the right reason.” A friend of mine believes that children and their potential parents negotiate the terms of their relationship before they are born. I have no idea whether or not this is true but it certainly does raise some interesting questions. If you chose the losers who parented you, then why?

Depression is taught. If you had parents like mine then you were taught at a very early age that you were not to show any signs of anger. Americans are very ill at ease with their anger. They don’t want to feel it or know it. “Anger be gone!” is the rallying cry of modern Americans. There is the common belief that everything—marriage, job, love, life, et al—will fall apart if anger is acknowledged. There is the pretense that if you don’t see or hear anger then anger does not exist. In other words, stuff it inside and it ceases to exist. Except that it now turns up as depression. You have been taught depression and you have learned the lesson so well that you may carry it with you for the rest of your life.

You must dare to admit your anger to consciousness. So what is there to be angry about? The perception of powerlessness. That little boy who got angry at his mother didn’t see anything he could do. She was bigger than he was, and she’d disciplined him. She had power and he didn’t—but she gave him power. “Here,” she said, “go ahead and hit me.” And years later, when he grew up and got words, he could say to his wife, “Hey, lady, I’m really angry at you. We need to talk.”

Growing up is all about embracing power, and good parents carefully and thoughtfully prepare their children for having power, which is very different from simply denying them power. The kid turns 16 and wants his driver’s permit but his parents won’t let him get it because he’s “not responsible enough.” What did his parents ever to do teach him responsibility? Or did they just wait around, expecting him to acquire responsibility all by his little self? The wisest parents I knew believed that their children belonged to God and had their own lives to live, and that God had just loaned them the children for 18 years to get them ready to be independent. Contrast this to parents who believe that children are their possessions and the children’s most important activity is to make their parents look good.

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So What’s New?


The biggest news is that I finally have a home health aide. She is five feet tall, top-heavy, and 58 years old. She has eight children, 24 grandchildren and 3 great-grandchildren, and there’s no nonsense about her. She knows what needs to be done, how to do it, and does it. Her theory on young black girls and old white women is that today’s young girls, regardless of color, have no desire to work and do everything they can to avoid it. I have no regular contact with young girls so I can’t assess whether or not this is true but after waiting eight months and going through four girls who didn’t work, I am almighty glad to have this lady. She snarks around my kitchen muttering, “Didn’t any of them ever clean anything?” My apartment is slowly getting really cleaned, and the pressure is off me. I no longer wake up thinking, “What do I HAVE to do.” Actually, I woke up from a nap this afternoon thinking, “I want to write something!” Except I don’t actually want to. Mostly, I want to HAVE WRITTEN something.

There’s the piece about “Wheeling the Westcott,” a piece about depression, one about Centro, and another on how bad Upstate Medical Center is. I have a 74-year-old friend who is underweight and has a colonostomy. Upstate made her put on a paper gown and sit on a metal folding chair in a back hallway during the winter for over an hour. That’s my enduring image of Upstate: cold, heartless and unsympathetic. But I’m not much in the mood to discuss it.

Mostly, I regret the passing of summer. Today is cold, gray, overcast and the first day of fall—equal parts darkness and light. It is about time to get out my lightbox. N.B. Readers: if you start to sleep a lot, can’t wake up in the morning, have changes in your bowel habits and feel irritable then you’ve got seasonal affective disorder (SAD). If you do nothing about it now then in a couple months you will feel depressed. Your doctor will prescribe antidepressants, which probably won’t do much good. The fact is, you are suffering from SAD. Syracuse has as little sunlight as Nome, Alaska, in the winter. Check out the statistics: we have, like, no sunlight. Get a lightbox with full spectrum light and reintroduce sunlight into your life. All living things need sunlight to grow. (At this point I would go on the Internet and give you some facts about lightboxes but a friend helped me fix my computer and now I can’t get on the Internet at all. Does anybody know a computer guy who works cheap?)

I’m seriously considering getting out of bed and cooking. Tuna macaroni salad? Tossed salad? Brownies? All of the preceding? Despite the horrific turnover of aides who can’t cook, I have managed to stay off Meals on Wheels. The MoW people are, by and large, very nice and they provide good meals for Food Stamps. Not great meals, but good enough. Problem is, after while I got to craving the old family recipes. Aides would advise me of different/better/healthier ways to cook; they just didn’t get it that at 67 and after a year of nursing home/hospital/Meals on Wheels, I just wanted things to taste like my mom cooked them.

MY chili con carne is Old WASP Chili and has one pound of hamburger, two cans of diced tomatoes, two cans of light red kidney beans, one onion, some salt and some chili powder. Period, end of discussion. That’s the way I want my chili. And vegetables! Do you know that the Iroquois Nursing Home, Crouse Hospital and Meals on Wheels think that one-quarter cup of canned or frozen vegetables is appropriate? Me, I think two-thirds of a cup of fresh vegetables twice a day is proper. Once I stopped eating junk food back around 2001, my palate cleared up and fresh vegetables without additives became tasty. Carrots, green beans, beets—do you that no home health aide has ever seen or heard of a fresh cooked beet? Canned beets are only good for pickling—fresh beets are the bomb.

So here’s the deal: I’m muddling along just fine. Emotions are stable; cognition is fine; tiredness is usual. I met with the homeopaths today and they advised one dose of remedy and report in two or three days. I have been adequately taking care of business—buy new bras, go to the Westcott Festival, call the cops on the Syracuse University kids. S.U.’s the No. 1 party school? Not on my watch. Saturday while we were losing to Maryland about two hundred kids congregated behind and between apartment buildings and in a vacant lot next to the Temple across the street from me. Two hundred kids are a pretty noisy mob and they were trashing the vacant lot. That just ain’t right.

Now here’s a really good thing: at the Westcott Festival the library had a used book sale and I got ten murder mysteries for $6.50. That’s righteous.

I think I will go integrate the new books with the old books. I, being reasonably peculiar, like to read my books according to publication dates so I will go organize them so I have a good winter’s read ahead. It is not unlike a squirrel stashing nuts. And, by the way, yesterday I discovered that a squirrel can out-run a power wheelchair. I was coming home through the park and the squirrel was on the top edge of a fence. Instead of breaking to the left or right, it stayed on the fence-top and ran like heck. The only other thing that can outrun a power wheelchair is a young man on a bicycle. Old guys can’t do it.

So I wish all the best to you—a warm bed, fresh brownies and a good murder mystery. Winter is icumen in.

Namaste

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