Quotes About Treatment

According to standard doctrine, there are basically three ways to stop a virus—vaccines, drugs, and biocontainment. There was no vaccine for Ebola. There was no drug treatment for Ebola. That left only biocontainment.

Just my luck, on top of everything else I had to take baboon medicine.

The differences in the way men and women are treated are real. And the fact is this difference in treatment has no basis in the differences between men and women. I was the same person, and I was treated entirely differently. I got real interested in feminist theory--real fast.

I certainly didn't understand something that I learned later from Dr. Kay Jamison, the author of An Unquiet Mind, about her own manic-depression. She has written that it is "a lethal illness, particularly if left untreated, or wrongly treated.

They had engaged in what could not be called treatment or even discussion, but open combat, the two of them a microcosm of the great war raging in the far distance: one side that desired autonomy, and the other that took independence as a sign of madness.

After a moment, Quentin asked, How long had it been since you'd been completely off medications? Diana didn't really want to tell him, but finally said, The first medications were prescribed when I was eleven. From that point on, there was always something, usually more than one drug at a time. But always something. I'm thirty-three now. You do the math. More than twenty years. You've spent two-thirds of your life drugged. Just about into oblivion, she agreed.

They used to treat sheep carcasses with Lithium so if the Coyotes went after the herd and bit on the treated carcasses, the got so sick they kept their teeth to themselves.

No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one's dark moods. Love can help, it can make the pain more tolerable, but, always, one is beholden to medication that may or may not always work and may or may not be bearable..... But if love is not the cure, it certainly can act as a strong medicine. As John Donne has written, it is not so abstract as one might have thought and wished, but it does endure, and it does grow.

Patient sees [lithium] medication as a promise of a cure, and a means of suicide if it doesn't work. She fears that by taking it she will risk her last resort

freedom from the control imposed by medication loses its meaning when the only alternatives are death and insanity.

I have often asked myself whether, given the choice, I would choose to have manic-depressive illness. If lithium were not available to me, or didn't work for me, the answer would be a simple no—and it would be an answer laced with terror. But lithium does work for me, and therefore I suppose I can afford to pose the question. Strangely enough I think I would choose to have it. It's complicated.

It is devastating to have the illness and aggravating to have to pay for medications, blood tests, and psychotherapy. They, at least, are partially deductible. But money spent while manic doesn't fit into the Internal Revenue Service concept of medical expense or business loss. So after mania, when most depressed, you're given excellent reason to be even more so.

No pill can help me deal with the problem of not wanting to take pills; likewise, no amount of psychotherapy alone can prevent my manias and depressions.

John Cade's article about the use of lithium in acute mania first appeared in 1949, in an obscure Australian medical journal

They can try acupuncture, they can try ECT, they can try a frontal lobotomy, none of it will work. I am a hopeless case. I have lost my angel. I have lost my mind. The days are too long, too heavy; my bones are crushing under the weight of these days.

Everybody is on something these days. It's a racket. Overprescribing, masking the problem.

I'm not a shrink. Never been to one. Shot a couple. Don't think that counts.

going to put something on your arm to make it better. Try to keep still, will you?' Minnie nodded. Caris poured a little of the warm wine on to Minnie's wrist, where the burn was least bad. The child flinched, but did not try to snatch

Prior Godwyn came in to see the patients. He refused to wear the face mask, saying it was women's nonsense. He made the same diagnosis as before, overheated blood, and prescribed bleeding and a diet of sour apples and ram's tripe.

Addison's disease and colitis. Twice a day the doctors shot him up with a

What a Life: Give some of us pills to stop a fit, give the rest shock to start one.

One side of the room younger patients, known as Acutes because the doctors figure them still sick enough to be fixed

younger patients, known as 'Acutes' because the doctors figure them still sick enough to be fixed...

that fool Public Relations man who's always clapping his wet hands together and saying how overjoyed he is that mental hospitals have eliminated all the old-fashioned cruelty