Good and Bad Pharmaceuticals
Many Medicines Are Helpful
Despite some “shortfalls,” there are plenty of psychological and medicinal pharmaceuticals that save human lives and maintain people’s health. The populace is very lucky to have access to these recent, scientific miracles that preserve longevity. Many are happy to wait in the queue at “Such and Such” Pharmacy because state of the art medicine is the best alternative they know (if not most everyone else’s best guesstimate) that may help them.
While I am wary of pharmaceuticals for their inability to directly solve the bulk of my particular quandry (They were specifically designed for somebody else’s core issues.), I am simultaneously very thankful for their scientific innovations that have helped me keep the status quo.
A Convincing Pharmacy Greeting
Many of us have heard the pleasantest, robotic phone greeting from “Such and Such” Pharmacy that lures patrons to pick up their pharmaceuticals, a.k.a legalized dope. The unalterable message is a cross between a jubilant, English accent and the imminent promise of a gentleman turning in at his Hyde Park apartment from the grandest night out on the town, accompanied by the loveliest lady in the province.
The alluring greeting exclaims something like, “Why Hello, there! Welcome to ‘Such and Such’ PHARMACY! ...(Translation: Join us as your partner in fun!)...The prescription for you, Sir, (presently, more robotically enunciated, and less giddy) is now available for pickup... Thank you for choosing ‘Such and Such’ Pharmacy!” (Giddiness reinstated.)
By the time the proponent for the drugstore finishes “his”/”its” pitch, the 51st shade of grey is already well-received. The ecstatic ignition key has combusted and we are blasting the happiest music the radio has to offer en expedient route to the dispensary. Patrons are in a tremendous mood and eagerly anticipating the spoils we will unearth there! All because of a well-calculated, advertising nudge by a soothing, automated invite.
It is the above type of greeting that inspires a friend of mine to steadfastly declare, “I dream of “Such and Such!” The truth is, every inhaling landscape architect of his or her well-being dreams of following the irresistible voice’s command to greener pastures, untold. And, all of us are landscape architects, metaphorically speaking, whether we actualize our units’ construction to the best of our abilities or not.
What the Pharmacy is Really Like
Sooner rather than later, we get inside ‘Such and Such’ Pharmacy. The place seems sterile except for the holiday themes, assorted candies, and the stuffed animals; far less exuberant than the lure of our mechanical voiceover. Sometimes we wait in line for miniature eternities. Some people’s expression in the queue is dead pan. Quite frankly, others of us are grateful that our respective fixes have the healing power to enhance our lives for the better-- much more than coffee.
When we get to the front of the line, we are dolled out our tranquilizers by folks who seem not to know that there might, somewhere in the universe, be a better option for us. Insufficient approximation is interspersed with invaluable, scientific innovations. After all, staff are working for a paycheck just like the rest of us pleased, malcontent, and/or indifferent, numbed ones. The pharmacy staff do not create the toxins that wreak havoc on our vital organs, that are made with harmful impurities, and that create devastating side effects.
The Truth About Pharmaceuticals?
The pills sometimes really are life savers. During other circumstances, they are by no means always “cure-alls.” In the latter cases, the pills are more like symptom dressings for medicine’s current state of art.
Perhaps “Such and Such” Pharmacy is aware of the imperfection of their helpful remedies, as evidenced by a display near their front space that faces the public. There are three scaled-down, white-haired wizards with beards wearing different, brightly colored sorcerer hats. I was reminded of rock wizard Ronnie James Dio’s anthem song, Rainbow in the Dark, because almost all his songs are about wizards, elves, dwarves, and rainbows!
The legendary Dio died from cancer, despite extensive treatment.) Incidentally, Dio Tribute Fans made a surprise $20,000 donation in one 2015 post-humus show, alone, to fight cancer. (Please watch his awe-inspiring, Rainbow in the Dark rock music video below!)
The Wizards at Pharmacy
Anyway, at “Such and Such” Pharmacy, one wizard holds a sign that says “O.M.G. (Oh My G-d), another wizard’s sign states “UGGGG!”, and a third wizard’s sign perhaps most healthily reads “L.O.L.” (Laugh Out Loud!) These wizard displays parallel the human emotions that are naturally elicited by ingesting synthetic, chemical band-aids when people would prefer not to have the health problems in the first place. Because of this irony, one cannot help but question whether we are still in the “advanced” stone ages of medicine and science compared to some of the finer permutations within Absolute Knowledge.
One thing is for sure: Human knowledge is finite, just like the human race. Even if we are, for the time being, riding on an expansive trend of discovery... After all, nobody knows how to majestically make the off-kilter, stuffed animals in the front section of the pharmacy come alive, even if they can cheer us up! Do the display of the three wizards symbolize the “hocus pocus” uncertainty of medicinal effectiveness?
A Solution for Psychological Aberrations
I would guesstimate that psychological pharmaceuticals might be unnecessary for half of patrons who might happen to stumble upon a good therapist in addition to curing their lonely conditions with a sufficiently deemed, significant other. Unfortunately, without these later two windfalls, one can spend most of his or her adult life grogged and sludged under the influence of three or more different pharmaceuticals. One therapist told me that he spent the dullest day of his life when he tested a tiny dose of a single pill on himself.
The “medicines” have suppressed my emotions and spontaneous thought generation in certain respects, but never in others (More on this in a bit)... Under the medicines’ dulling spell, my neurotransmitters aren’t firing rapidly enough for my desired pace of life.
Nonetheless, within my mind’s eye, I have not only survived. I am relatively intact. My lack of extinction nor dismantlement of morale has not been merely due to the pills, but largely through self-reflection and perseverance. Please read the funny and avant-garde, The Ascent of a Barbarious Court Squatter by Jacque D’Artichoke to learn how to tackle life’s thwarts virtually “alone,” by exercising various personas within one’s mind. http://www.amazon.com/The-Ascent-Barbarious-Court-Squatter/dp/146370898X
The medicines have admittedly been quite helpful in desensitizing me from my self-perceived isolation. Yet, in one sense, they have made me more isolated, like a pariah, because I often am blank when relating to others. I normally have a keen intellect, replete with self-restrained, emotional wherewithal! Scratch that due to the meds. Now, the various characters I have adopted within my soul-searching, “interior bubble” have been far more influential in shaping my world outlook than spontaneity of thoughts.
Medicinal Solutions Are Imperfect
Nevertheless, no drug, no scientist, and no doctor can make most humans live beyond a century, at best-- let alone, live in happiness. I am hardly a man of science. (In fact, my bustling, unorthodox lifestyle may be considered in contravention of empirical norms.) I cannot precisely speak for anyone other than myself. Not every aspect of me, if some, should be emulated. (I would just be glad to make it to a senior citizen, someday!)
In my case, I suppose the medicines have been a “B” option, at least for the first few years of ingestion. In any event, they stabilized me while I pondered my rightful place as a planet nestler. I’m just ready to move on without them-- and receive the influx of sprouting thoughts that have been suppressed like a brimming, carbonated bottle of bubbly without escape into an otherwise, well-rounded consciousness.
I honestly feel like a peacock who has been stripped of his feathers. I would like the re-emergence of my natural libido, less anxiety, appetite reduction, weight loss, confidence-building without the demoralizing suppression of effervescent thought and sensation, prevention of major health problems that the medicines cannot obviate and, do, in fact, exacerbate, and restoration of brain homeostasis that might accompany a decrease in the chemicals. I am an overachiever who yearns to commensurately love life. I am willing to advocate on my behalf for this fundamental wish to veer clear of the synthetics.
Even though I have taken multiple pharmaceuticals twice daily for the last 25 years, I feel very fortunate that my health has been rather okay. I can appreciate why medicines are so important for those, who through zero fault of their own, need them more.
To quote the band, Huey Lewis and the News, “I Want a New Drug,” and to quote Bryan Ferry of Roxy Music, “Love is the Drug!”