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A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual doom.
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A summary of the Reader Digest article published in the late 70's. uhg. nothing new here.
As with those unspeakable event two years ago, I would be interested in numbers. How many "dodgers" do cave in, and return home for their...
A significant flaw in their investigation is a lack of hard evidence. They keep telling us that aliens and their craft have been 'captured' but...
" Jews demonstrate among themselves a high degree of empathy, or at least solidarity, often to the point of self-sacrifice . .." News to me.
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After years of complaining to doctors about my fatigue, inability to get fit, and a whole litany of other minor symptoms (which I have finally self-diagnosed as chronic fatigue syndrome caused by the doxycycline prescribed to me for Lyme disease), after batteries of useless tests, and after having several doctors suggest taking an anti-depressant (despite my insistence that I was only a little depressed and that only BECAUSE I couldn't work.) I succumbed and agreed to take a two week trial sample of Lexapro.
Exactly one hour and 50 minutes after I swallowed the first pill I was overcome with the most extreme sensation of grief I have ever felt in my life. I was walking through a field carrying feed buckets out to my horses. I stopped, burst into tears, howled, dropped the buckets, howled some more. At the same time I was wishing for - actually looked around for - some implement to attack my own body with to try to stop the emotional pain, I was running through my mind for the reason for the pain. I was expecting to remember some truly awful thing that had just recently happened. I kept sobbing, kept trying to remember what was wrong. Finally, my sobbing subsided to intermittent moans. I had mentally run through all the circumstances of my life, could not recall any new cause for pain. I mentally double checked a few times. I don't know if this episode took 3 minutes or 10 minutes, but the horses were still waiting. I picked up the buckets, fed the horses, finished their morning routine and walked home feeling rather bewildered.
Later that day or the next I thought to wonder if the pill could have been the cause. I continued to take one pill a day for five days. I did not experience the grief again, but I was experiencing somnolence - I couldn't completely wake up for hours longer each day. When I hadn't been able to really wake up on the sixth day in time to take the next pill I decided that I should really stop taking them at all until I could talk to the doctor again. (She canceled the appointment, never called to check up on me or reschedule. AND had never warned my husband that he should have been monitoring my reactions - but that's another story.)
I think that if I hadn't been 57 at the time, or if I could have gotten my hands on some weapon during the worst two minutes of my reaction, the outcome might have been very different.