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Change Of Heart
Think of it as a substitute pump,” the surgeons encourage him. “Latest technology, stringent testing. Equally life-enhancing as the heart God gave you.”
Will it buy him time for his daughter’s imminent wedding? Or beyond, and a new grandchild?
“Side effects include problematic emotional disorders.”
Surely morning birdsong, leisurely travel, favourite classical music will quiet unexplained turmoil.
He acquiesces, yet flails against this plastic invader into his chest.
Without warning, a fog enwraps his mind, shrouds familiar feelings. The mystifying retreat of joy, sorrow, empathy panics him. Why has love for his daughter vanished?
Oblivious, his new heart pumps steadily.
From Guest Contributor Gary Thomson
My Doctor Must Not Have Seen The Hashtag
"STATES DEPRESSION IS STABLE. NO THOUGHTS OF SELF-HARM. DOING PRETTY WELL ON [redacted]. NO SIDE EFFECTS. REALLY NOT THAT MUCH EFFICACY, HOWEVER." That's my medical chart, caps lock and all.
A hot take on treatment-resistant ("stable") MDD. Weird it's called mental health, which per Twitter, university listservs and healthcare.gov, "matters," but not really without physical evidence.
Maybe by next appointment I'll throw myself in front of the doc's Porsche so he'll believe me. But if I die, only the Eliphazs, Bildads, and Zophars retweeting "Ask for help #mentalhealthmatters" will get the glory.
So, my hands are tied. Bound until bleeding.
From Guest Contributor Connor Orrico
Side Effects
The instruction on the bottle was clear: Don't fall asleep or you will die!
Lesley had no choice but to do everything possible to stay awake. She started with caffeine, loud music, and hourly callisthenics. Then she moved into harder drugs, inflicting pain on herself, and ice cold showers. By now, 48 hours had passed, and she began to wonder if she wouldn't die anyway. You could only go so long without sleep.
Eventually she succumbed to the sweet embrace of slumber. When she awoke the next morning, her schizophrenia medication had finally taken effect and her delusions were forgotten.
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