Whoa, sorry! April 4, 2008Posted by phledge in black bile, fat, medical school.
So two weeks turned into almost a month. Mea maxima culpa. I just got done talking with a psychiatrist who took his PTSD patient off Zyprexa—a drug he called “a miracle cure” for this particular patient—because he “blew up by 50 pounds.” Yup. I’m not sure if this person’s reaction to the weight gain even remotely matched his reaction to the horrible memories that plague him day and night, but I can’t imagine, after listening to this patient’s traumatic experience and resultant psychological suffering, that in the same situation I would choose to discontinue a miracle cure. Also, I would hate the culture that pressed me to be more worried about my weight than my mental health.