Pharmaceutical Chicken Little?

I think all of us, at some time or another, become terrified that we have some horrible ailment that is going to complicate or shorten our lives. For those of us who are lucky, we turn out to be wrong. I am lucky enough to be wrong. The doctor checked me out top to bottom, ran a battery of blood tests, and as it happens, I am in tip top shape. No diabetes, no parkinsons, just my bipolar tinging my life with a touch of sadness these days.

I am relieved. I am tired of worrying that my drugs, which really do help, could be responsible for destroying other parts of my health.

Aw, I’m hungry. I’m gonna run to the wee cafe in the hood and eat something. I will write something more intelligent later.

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