Sunday, September 21, 2003
This is it.
This is the article, the watershed manifesto that we have been looking for.
This is the source of the Psychiatry club. From this article everything the Psychiatry club will do this year will come.
We are going to jump up and down about this until everyone knows.
Even the article states that the awareness of the outrageous practices of psychiatry should start with medical students.
Okay, here's a synopsis. We all have a vague idea that psychiatrists are in bed with the pharmacology companies, and this is bad becuase if impairs their medical judgement regarding medications and even diagnosing. This article validates our intuitions and shows us that the problem is a lot worse than we suspected.
Some choice bits:
"In the United States, pharmaceutical companies spend an estimated $8,000 to $13,000 per physician per year on marketing."
"Each [symposium at a conference in Berlin] brought in two to four psychiatric experts, whom the sponsoring pharmaceutical company usually gave business-class air tickets, four-star hotel accommodations, and an honorarium, typically $2,000 to $3,000."
Here is the proof of Big Pharma affecting doctors' judgement:
"Pharmaceutical companies in many countries can now use computerized pharmacy databases (which delete the names of the patients) to track how many prescriptions any given physician writes for any given drug."
I AM OUTRAGED!!!!
"The Going Rate on Shrinks. via Follow me Here
This is the article, the watershed manifesto that we have been looking for.
This is the source of the Psychiatry club. From this article everything the Psychiatry club will do this year will come.
We are going to jump up and down about this until everyone knows.
Even the article states that the awareness of the outrageous practices of psychiatry should start with medical students.
Okay, here's a synopsis. We all have a vague idea that psychiatrists are in bed with the pharmacology companies, and this is bad becuase if impairs their medical judgement regarding medications and even diagnosing. This article validates our intuitions and shows us that the problem is a lot worse than we suspected.
Some choice bits:
"In the United States, pharmaceutical companies spend an estimated $8,000 to $13,000 per physician per year on marketing."
"Each [symposium at a conference in Berlin] brought in two to four psychiatric experts, whom the sponsoring pharmaceutical company usually gave business-class air tickets, four-star hotel accommodations, and an honorarium, typically $2,000 to $3,000."
Here is the proof of Big Pharma affecting doctors' judgement:
"Pharmaceutical companies in many countries can now use computerized pharmacy databases (which delete the names of the patients) to track how many prescriptions any given physician writes for any given drug."
I AM OUTRAGED!!!!
"The Going Rate on Shrinks. via Follow me Here
I have found a way to help the NYCOM admin to help recruit new OMM profs, a new job application procedure, if you will, as it were.
Because we need some new OMM staff. Not that I don't like the three that we got, but if my hypnosis-cranial OMM research project is ever going to get off the ground so we can offer YOU, the helpful and willing research assistants of NYCOM, we need some new OMM profs.
Without further adieu, (ahem) I bring you--NYCOM OMM PROF SCREENING/HIRING procedure!!!1!: OMG!!!1! LOL!!1!!1
From Double Fine videogames
via Mooselessness:
"'Sometimes we get busy and ignore that mail box for months on end. But don't give up hope. Eventually, the mail server will get full, and we'll need to delete some of the applications, so we'll all get together and read through the resumes in there and make fun of people's spelling errors or read their 'Job Objective' statements in sarcastic voices and stuff like that.
But maybe we'll see your samples or your web page and all at once the laughter will stop, and our jaws will drop, and then somebody will say, 'Whoa.' And then I'll look at them and I'll say, 'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?' And then someone will yell, 'I'm way ahead of you buddy!' as they pull up in the company bus/monster truck and as we all pile in, somebody shouts out, 'LOCK AND LOAD!' And we drive full speed to your house and you come out and say 'D-D-D-Double Fine? But--' and we put a finger to your lips and say, 'You had us at hello!' And then your parents try to stop us because they don't understand, so we duct tape them to a streetlight and peel out, popping a wheelie all the way down the street while 'Sweet Home Alabama' blares out of the radio and then you and I try to say something at the same time because we're both so excited, so then we both shut up so that the other can talk, and then we both say, 'No, you go!', but then we both start talking again at the same time, and we have to just laugh until we're crying tears of joy, and we sense in our hearts that we will all be best friends forever and ever, and never think about what or who we were before. We will just enjoy the ever-unfolding kaleidoscope of happiness and discovery and adventure and laughter that lie before us."
Because we need some new OMM staff. Not that I don't like the three that we got, but if my hypnosis-cranial OMM research project is ever going to get off the ground so we can offer YOU, the helpful and willing research assistants of NYCOM, we need some new OMM profs.
Without further adieu, (ahem) I bring you--NYCOM OMM PROF SCREENING/HIRING procedure!!!1!: OMG!!!1! LOL!!1!!1
From Double Fine videogames
via Mooselessness:
"'Sometimes we get busy and ignore that mail box for months on end. But don't give up hope. Eventually, the mail server will get full, and we'll need to delete some of the applications, so we'll all get together and read through the resumes in there and make fun of people's spelling errors or read their 'Job Objective' statements in sarcastic voices and stuff like that.
But maybe we'll see your samples or your web page and all at once the laughter will stop, and our jaws will drop, and then somebody will say, 'Whoa.' And then I'll look at them and I'll say, 'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?' And then someone will yell, 'I'm way ahead of you buddy!' as they pull up in the company bus/monster truck and as we all pile in, somebody shouts out, 'LOCK AND LOAD!' And we drive full speed to your house and you come out and say 'D-D-D-Double Fine? But--' and we put a finger to your lips and say, 'You had us at hello!' And then your parents try to stop us because they don't understand, so we duct tape them to a streetlight and peel out, popping a wheelie all the way down the street while 'Sweet Home Alabama' blares out of the radio and then you and I try to say something at the same time because we're both so excited, so then we both shut up so that the other can talk, and then we both say, 'No, you go!', but then we both start talking again at the same time, and we have to just laugh until we're crying tears of joy, and we sense in our hearts that we will all be best friends forever and ever, and never think about what or who we were before. We will just enjoy the ever-unfolding kaleidoscope of happiness and discovery and adventure and laughter that lie before us."
Friday, September 19, 2003
Popular Science | The Worst Jobs in Science
You think you're a die-hard medical student? Ready to endure 6-week ob-gyn rotations on 4 hours' sleep a night, no days off? Ready to expose yourself to deadly pathogens in hospitals? Ready to clean bed pans, colostomy bags, weeping wounds?
I say PSHAW!
Check out what some doctor and medical students of YORE endured.
"Pre-med student Stubbins Ffirth (1784–1820) ate, drank, and breathed the blood, urine and vomit of yellow-fever victims (he also dropped the fluids into his eyes and worked them into cuts on his skin). He didn't get sick—the patients were in a late, uncontagious stage—so he erroneously decided the disease's cause lurked elsewhere."
okay, time for lunch
You think you're a die-hard medical student? Ready to endure 6-week ob-gyn rotations on 4 hours' sleep a night, no days off? Ready to expose yourself to deadly pathogens in hospitals? Ready to clean bed pans, colostomy bags, weeping wounds?
I say PSHAW!
Check out what some doctor and medical students of YORE endured.
"Pre-med student Stubbins Ffirth (1784–1820) ate, drank, and breathed the blood, urine and vomit of yellow-fever victims (he also dropped the fluids into his eyes and worked them into cuts on his skin). He didn't get sick—the patients were in a late, uncontagious stage—so he erroneously decided the disease's cause lurked elsewhere."
okay, time for lunch
Monday, September 08, 2003
Friday, September 05, 2003
The Word Spy - paraskevidekatriaphobia
Funny--this tongue twister is derived from paraskevi=Friday and dekatria = 13. Phobia we know. Fear of Friday the 13th?
17- 21 million sufferers. Are we going to pathologize everything even slightly upsetting in our lives? More patients, right?Are our entire lives dominated by fear in this country? Guess
Of course, smoking is bad for you, and actually is no fun at all.
Funny--this tongue twister is derived from paraskevi=Friday and dekatria = 13. Phobia we know. Fear of Friday the 13th?
17- 21 million sufferers. Are we going to pathologize everything even slightly upsetting in our lives? More patients, right?Are our entire lives dominated by fear in this country? Guess
Of course, smoking is bad for you, and actually is no fun at all.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Elvis shows us the dangers of overprescription of narcotics, bennies, and other pharmies. From the website, www.punchbaby.com:
"Dr. George C. Nichopoulos, (Dr. Nick, as Elvis called him), was Elvis' personal physician from 1966 til 1977. He prescribed huge quantities of drugs to his charge. Between January 20 and August 16, 1977, Nichopoulos prescribed 5,684 narcotic and amphetamine pills to Elvis (an average of 25 per day). This clip is a tribute to that man."
"Dr. George C. Nichopoulos, (Dr. Nick, as Elvis called him), was Elvis' personal physician from 1966 til 1977. He prescribed huge quantities of drugs to his charge. Between January 20 and August 16, 1977, Nichopoulos prescribed 5,684 narcotic and amphetamine pills to Elvis (an average of 25 per day). This clip is a tribute to that man."
