I am a pharmaceutical developer. Yep. That’s right. I am part of that evil, soulless empire that is out there perpetuating chronic diseases and refusing to cure them when we damned well could, because we want to make billions and bazillions of dollars off your sick autistic asses.
Of course when I was an infectious disease researcher you didn’t listen to me when I told you that MRSA was a problem, to stop demanding antibiotics every time your kid got an earache or a sniffle, to STOP taking huge doses of acetominophen and ibuprofen because it was shooting your liver and your kidneys and maybe, just maybe your germophobic obsessions were increasing asthma and crohn’s disease and allergies and a host of other CHRONIC diseases.
So, now that I am feeling all Cassandra-like, can I have my share of those bazillions? Because my husband would like a Wii and and iPhone and all the other things that you people who I purportedly suck the wallet out of can afford and I can’t. Oh, and a bigger house, please. And Harry says a swingset would be nice.
Thank you.
(Yeah. Bitter much? And to tell you that I am an equal opportunity bitch – my next rant will be aimed at the medical establishment. Sometime. When I can work up the spittle.)
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My husband works for a health insurance company. Shhhh.
Hey… *I* listened to ya. But I don’t have any money. Sorry!
I’m an attorney for child welfare and can’t afford a bigger house either.
Anyone who doesn’t believe in the danger of acetaminophen needs to meet and talk with my husband and his lost memories, his diminished physical abilities, his fights with the insurance companies, his termination for “excessive absenteeism” after his stroke… need I go on?
Who poked you in your grumpy fibula this evening?
Will
My childhood doctor LOVED to prescribe antibiotics for any occassion and my mother loved bringing me to the clinic, so now I’m severely antibiotic resistant.
Yep. Awesome.
I don’t think you’re evil. I worked for a pharmaceutical giant for seven years, and I understand why they do what they do. I’m not sure that any alternative scenario would be much better. My cynical side tells me that there would be less in the pipeline with more government involvement.