medicine

Money is One Heck of a Stimulant

Your deceit has polluted the rivers near your villages.

The very rivers that its people rely on for drinking water.

A sip of that poison ignites a plague that turns friends into foes and kin into fugitives.

But where is the antidote? Why do your people continue to fall ill?

It is locked away along with the fortune you made from the production of your deceit.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I’ve been away for a long time to know why I’ve been wrong before.

I had beat a dead horse and gave CPR to two that had cancer.

I should have known that it was not worth it if the doctors were not going to help treat it.

I was an ignoramus. They have all the knowledge that the world had to offer.

So why not share it with the ambitious and give new life to these once noble steeds?

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I long reminisced about a time when the doors were open to tons of villagers with potential.

It was a world that I wanted to be a part of since I was a guppy not yet exposed to mathematics.

A potato infected by a blight and stabbed me warned me that the chief doctors were monsters.

A poor surgeon who tried repeatedly to receive a raise vanished, was slandered, and never seen again.

A coordinator found a shady message in her contract that forbade arbitration and fled to another kingdom.

And I recently heard that the one coquettish nurse was expelled over scrutiny from her personal life.

Why, Dr. Kim? Why do you egg your personnel to choose sides when there are lives that need rescuing?

Can’t we all get along and lay down our weapons? It’s easier to negotiate than to wage war, but no.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

People lose their minds when they fall in love. It’s not just me. It’s a fact of life.

I lost mine to a mongrel who shut me out after a few months and lied directly to my face.

A good friend that I had regretfully wronged had given the doctors the deceit that tainted the rivers.

A clever herbalist that craves drama knows how to brew tainted water to make it appear crystal clear.

Not everyone knows that making up stories to sweep malpractice under the rug is a gold mine.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

The coachman that brought me to this place can call me a whiny little boy if his mood fits.

Just like the kid who offered sage advice to the chief doctors on how to break down barriers.

But that judges the coachman's character more than mine.

It’s an fyi that looks terrible just because he’s wearing it.

But hey, why bother listening to advice that’s more expensive than one’s pride?

The doctors’ salaries are too low for them to spare a dime to make that change.

That’s why there’s never room for improvement nor for sharing in their greedy hearts.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I am terribly sorry that your folks never taught you that what goes around comes around.

That your hidden crimes will come back to bite you when you too become penniless.

When you one day get a taste of your own poison when you drink the river you tainted.

What does your life have in store for you afterwards? Can you sleep at night again?

Will people still care when the doctors go their separate ways? What about the pollution in the river?

I will not return to the filth you created to clean it because in the end, the deceit would be even worse.

To change your practice for the better was my greatest wish until I found out how unethical you are.

Now it is to build a fortune of my own so the artist that my heart beats for can have a bite to eat.

That is the change that you will never see because you are too comfortable smoking the dough you baked.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

TAKE MY MEDICINE

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NEW WORKS

It’s been said

by someone 

much wiser than me

 

that folks under 50

should avoid whiskey

like a plague

 

but after you turn 50

whiskey is medicine.

I guess this 

is another benefit

that comes with

that AARP membership.

 

But looking at the clock

I see that it’s about time

for me to take my medicine.

 

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Generic Drugs Differences and Benefits

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Generic drugs are usually cheaper than their brand name counterparts and that's one of the reasons why people sometimes like to settle for it. Generic medications are designed and structured to function the same way as an approved brand named drug.

 

They work the same way in terms of safety, strength, stability, dosage form, performance characteristics, quality, and route of administration. Both generic drugs and brand name drugs use the same active ingredients and so they have the same benefits and risks. So in essence, a generic medicine is a brand name drug that uses a different name so it's safe to say they work just the same as Brand name medicines.

 

 

Differences between generic drugs and brand name drugs

 

Slight differences are allowed between generic drugs and brand name drugs as far as they is no change in the way the generic drugs work or its safety when used. Visit to: ndrugs.com

 

There might be changes in their inactive ingredients and the way it looks but its underlying active ingredients are preserved. Therefore, Generic drugs could differ in how it is packaged and its labeling because it does not affect how the drug works.

 

It can also vary from its brand name counterpart when it comes to color and shape. Another major area where generic drugs can be found to be dififrom brand name drugs are in the inactive ingredients used such as in preservatives and flavoring.

 

However, the FDA must have approved these inactive ingredients as as safe before it can be allowed in a generic drug. Although generic drugs might also have a different expiration date when compared to brand name drugs, it must be shown that it can keep its effectiveness before it reaches its expiry date just like the brand name product.

 

 

 

Benefits of generic drugs

 

  • Generic drugs are less expensive

    Like we said earlier, one of the subtle but major reasons why so many people buy generic drugs is because they are way cheaper than Brand name drugs.

    The reason why this possible is because generic drugs do not have to do all the testing and research that brand name drug manufacturers usually do before they get approved. They only need to copy the drug formula that already exists and this saves them the cost and by extension allowing the drug price to stay low.

  • They are bioequivalent and have the same quality

    When it comes to the biological composition of the drugs, generic drugs must be bioequivalent to the brand name drug. FDA has strict guidelines concerning the quality of composition for generic drugs and generic drug manufacturers must show that the drug is bioequivalent.

    In essence, this means that the same dosage of active ingredients of the generic drug that is delivered to the body at the same time can be used by the body just in the same way as the brand name drug

    Before any generic drug can be approved by the FDA, there are a set of stringent guidelines that must be met as well as other research that must be done to prove the bioequivalence with its brand name counterpart.

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Mind Business

~ Mind Business ~
Sit down, and See, son,
life is not about fun,
more so, money and time,
getting you a clear mind
and making you Blind
behind your skull rind,
‘cause you have an imbalance to be sorted
then distorted
by trial and error
until you’ve snorted
Away the cares
and become less Aware.

just to Be Clear,
that’s why We’re Here.
We Mined Your Business.
Dig You Up,
Sell you Out,
no Need To Shout
About which Side it Effects
or your insecure shit,
deal with it.

We’re Just Doing Business.

We got what you need,
you silly fiends,
We prescribe
- Dope to the mean
- Oxy to sinners
- Serious by tonins
and of course
we Endorph
Running on Wheels!
Please Enjoy the Feels!

Stay seated
Try to smile, be idle
For awhile
Until your next dose.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Psychiatric medicine has gotten out of control. Trial and error is not a safe, effective treatment plan. We're expected to DOSE and STFU! ~ Carmello Yello

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He cackles when you're in shackles

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Coyote is a trixter

A backwards clown
He'll do anything
Anything
To see you frown
 
But don't think he is bad
Though he is rough and tough
He's teaching you a lesson
Just listen to his laugh 
 
He will come around
To show you all your fears
He'll bring you to a place of terror
Just to see your tears
 
The tears he brings will cleanse you
Be sure to let them out
Then find a way to join him
When you hear his family howl
 
 

Perfect Centerpiece

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human beings

We curse.

 

Such a life, my sweet,

To be as a fixture upon a lace doily,

A centerpiece, waiting to be gazed at

Through the eyes of someone who might 

See your world, hear your heart, touch your soul.

 

Such a life, my sweet, 

Waking up every morning, 

The gurgle of drainage down a silicone tube

To accompany the first glimpse of daylight,

The taste of toothpaste,

Replaces morning coffee,

And though you can smell its aroma

As it floats upstairs, 

No one even knows you are aware.

 

Sounds of your Dad's leather workboots,

I know you can hear,

Tapping on an oak floorboard,

They fade into memories,

A seemingly otherworld away

From the morning enema about to call on you,

You know, that one you swore you never wanted?

You never thought they'd be so cruel, I know,

The words you wrote were jumbled and twisted, 

Even with clear instructions listed.

 

Your eyes burn through my soul

Like a welding torch,

Because I know you are there, aware,

And if you had said this life 

Were all you had ever dreamed of, 

Or hoped for,

We could rejoice that you are alive,

No one would have to pretend 

They were happy buying 50 adult diapers a week.

Wiping the drool from lips 

That kissed mine so tenderly on hot summer nights,

Would not produce the warm rush of shame that it does.

The frigid glares of judgement

By onlookers are like daggers.

Their thoughts pierce through,

And shatter the glass walls 

Of our new home named "denial".

 

So we curse.

 

We curse the shattered shards we trample under foot,

We curse the time we spend in front of the mirror.

We curse the smile worn in vain,

And smothered in invisible pain,

That we don so shamelessly to greet you daily, 

And we choke on every lie that slips through

This carefully orchestrated facade

That screams to be seen for what it is.

 

We curse the night,

Because sleep was something 

That died when the flatline disappeared,

When they told us this is what "alive" is.

 

We curse the tubes,

We curse the sound of breathing monitors.

We curse wheelchairs,

And doctor's offices,

We curse every dream we ever shared,

Every challenge we ever dared,

The rising sun, the day that's done,

The fun, the laughter, the tears.

 

We curse ourselves.

We curse the thousands of dollars 

Our suffering is making

For others' taking

As your body contorts,

Into nothing more than a fragile shell.


It is like we all

At the same time,

 

Arrived

 

In hell.

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just more ramblings of empathetic garbage that nurses become magnets for in the midst of seeing life through the eyes of family caregivers. No, not a first hand experience. I am that strong...NOT!!

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Seeds of bitterness

I didn’t know my grandpa very well, I had no idea what kind of life he had lived, no inkling as to how he had raised my family, I never knew how his childhood was like or what kind of things he did as a little boy. When I think of my grandpa, the first thing that comes to my mind is medicine, he used to take many, heart, blood pressure, diabetes, pain, swelling, the whole lot. I can’t imagine how he felt or what he was thinking, all I know is that in his last days, he was suffering. His past life had come round and was now taking back all the vigor and spryness that he had once possessed, his age had caught up to him. I try to think about what legacy he left behind, but I always come back to the medicines, I wonder about what my aunts, my uncle and my mother had to do for him to have those pills of relief, the money, the effort, the blood, sweat, and work that each of those tiny pills represented. I wonder how it felt to my family keeping this man alive, this man who had not been the best father, this man who  had neglected his family, that had started up fires of hate and resent that are still burning to this day within the hearts of his children. I can see the sadness they feel, the hole in them caused by this man, the loneliness, the longing, neither of which will completely disappear. My grandpa’s actions have already transcended him, his seeds have grown and are now releasing their own seeds, I only hope that the newest seeds will not grow crooked as their bearers before them and that they will bear fruits that will be sweet and free from the foul taste of bitterness.  And yet people who speak of my grandpa hold him in high regard, known for being sociable, for being able to start a conversation with anyone, for making a friend in every place he visited. They think of a humble man who knew how to cook, they think of a man who had a fulfilling life, who had raised a family and had managed to give them a future. My grandpa had two sides to him, and I’m not sure if I ever got to see either of them, but I’ve had plenty of time to see the results of his once being here and I feel that I’ll still see them in the years to come.

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The Apothecary

Located  deep within the bounteous and 
fruitful Ambrosia of my medullas' oblongata,
resides my naked imagination 
  -Feast you on my Dreams 
and tighten your meaty fist
around your delicate golden spoon.
 -Inflame you on my embers
your passion 
purged like the immortal icor
now webbing through your dry veins..
Till the sapless shroud collapses
and scatters into the dry desert sand.

a blind and thoughtless tongue
forages recklessly across
your chin..
the last drop
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Chinese Herbs Of Hu Yi Ping

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Chinese Herbs Of Hu Yi Ping


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The Chinese herbs

of Hu Yi Ping

... with new

shakti they sing

within cells

new bells ring

as they

miraculous

healing

 bring


-saiom shriver-



 

Footnote:

Not far from Bethesda's NIH,  stained with

the blood of innocent animals, beholden to

internationa drug companies, fixed in lies

is a bright path of healing

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Other healing methods... ayurvedic medicine, acupuncture, Reiki, chelation,  juicing and vegan diet, yoga, conscious release of the past with forgiveness, feeling energy move in every point of the body, magnets, vitamin C intravenous drips etc.

 

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