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Saturday, June 2, 2012

Rectal Valium!





Diastat is the brand name for diazepam rectal gel.  Valium in a suppository form.

It's used to treat seizures.  It's effective because the rectum is super absorbent, which allows the drug to enter a person's system quickly, and because you really can't give a pill to someone who is thrashing on the floor.

Where I work all the controlled meds have to be counted three times a day.  A controlled med is basically anything that can get you high and can be abused.  Vicodin, Oxycontin, Valium etc. The fun meds.  The kind that when prescribed you try to hide your excitement, because you know if you get too excited the physician will think you're an addict and suggest you treat your gallstone with massive amounts of Advil instead.

Back to the butt drug:

Because Diastat is Valium, and therefore a controlled med, it has to be counted.  In case someone steals it.

Have on person who is prescribed 15mgs of diastat.  The applicators don't come in 15mgs. So he gets 20mg applicators, which are set to only dispense 15.  Which means when given there's 5mgs left over.  Which also means we have to save the damned things so they can be properly destroyed.

How desperate does a person have to be for a high to steal something that has to go up their ass?  Furthermore, how desperate does someone have to be to steal something that might have been stuck up someone else's ass first?

Don't think the rest of the people who I work with haven't pondered this.  They have.

Which let to this exchange:

"Would you be able to put it in food?'

"You mean, eat a suppository?"

"Well, would it have the same effect?"

930pm at night and I'm texting a friend who's an RN, asking about the side-effects of eating a suppository. Her reply was "I think it would make you sick."  I did a get promise that if she ever runs into it at work, she'll give me some details.

So while friends get married, have kids, buy house and work on prosperous careers, I lie awake at night wondering about suppositories.







Monday, April 30, 2012

Word Nerd: Schadenfreude

Schadenfreude: ˈshä-dən-ˌfrȯi-də


From Merriam Webster:


enjoyment obtained from the troubles of others


But it is Schadenfreude, a mischievous delight in the misfortunes of others, which remains the worst trait in human nature. It is a feeling which is closely akin to cruelty, and differs from it, to say the truth, only as theory from practice. In general, it may be said of it that it takes the place which pity ought to take—pity which is its opposite, and the true source of all real justice and charity.  -  Arthur Schopenhauer, On Human Nature  


I love the German language.  I love the way it sounds, I love the way my mouth feels when I (try to) speak it.  There are words and phrases that are so perfect that English speakers like me have to steal them, because we just don't have the equivalent.


Schadenfreude is one of those words. Sound it out.  The word has weight.


Schadenfreude is a noun.  It isn't enjoying someone's misery.  It's is the enjoyment, it is the feeling.


Yes, Arthur Schopenhauer is right: it is an awful trait.  But schadenfreude is all around you.  Most gossip papers are built on it. We love reading about some bratty starlet "get what's coming to her". It's all over modern politics as well. We love watching then enemy fail.  We don't just want to see the "other guy" lose, we want him humiliated.


For being German, schadenfreude is the perfect American word.