"It was like I was inside the book." —Some pros and cons of Ritalin.
What is your access to drugs like? Are they locked in some huge magic cupboard? Do friends bug you for painkillers and stuff? Do professors/doctors give you One Big Talk about the morals of drug-guarding, and the responsibilities of prescribing, or is it perpetual? Do you know people who've given drugs to their friends? Also can you give me some drugs?
Access to drugs is basically nonexistent. In the hospital, residents and physicians can order drugs (med students can’t because we don’t know anything), but only the nurses get and administer them. In clinics and doctor’s offices, I guess students could probably access the free sample closet (I’ve been in [...]
Marijuana is a hot topic today for some reason. We'll join in to remind you of this 2010 New York Times story about the inner workings of legal pot dispensaries. Or how about the history of marijuana laws in the US? Or ladies who might be fun to meet at a party? And Floyd. And croissants. And scene.
Maybe we should talk about Cat Marnell now? Or, maybe not?
What do you think?
The first night she told me, "Please don't ask me to have sex with you, because I will." So I didn't, though I really wanted to. I probably couldn't have anyway, because of the all the drugs.
In Rancho Santa Fe a vacant home in the 18000 block of Avenida Alondra was targeted. The $5 million – 10,000 square foot mansion was host to nearly 400 teenagers. Deputies found drugs, alcohol and a live DJ.
Apparently, kids are still throwing parties in big houses meant for adults, except now they've found some that don't come with any furniture, antique photographs, or shampoo bottles to do anything to. Back in my day, we stuck to abandoned, carpetless, auto factories — and hotels that used to host visitors to said auto factories. The youth of today have it too easy, is what I'm saying. [via]
"I saw a spider on the wall and the spider says, 'hello.' And I said, 'hello, yourself.'" —Famed author and neurologist, etc. , Oliver Sacks, wrote about doing drugs for this week's New Yorker. In the event that you're not a subscriber OR that this here sentence is morphing into a cartoon about that gang of tiny pink cats who keep trying to zip you up into your sleeping bag, you can simply listen to him speak on the subject over at their podcast.
I met up with Debi in the center of town. It was our second week of summer vacation; I was 17 and she was 15. I plopped down on the grass next to her, where she'd gathered a bunch of dandelions in her lap.
“Do you have mine?”
Debi nodded and produced an abused-looking tinfoil rectangle. She unwrapped it and there was a much smaller red rectangle inside, perforated into four tiny squares.
“I took one a little while ago,” she said. “I’m starting to feel it.”
She handed me the package. I tore one square off and put it on my tongue. “What do you want to do now?”[...]
"There is anecdotal evidence to suggest that pregnant women in Alabama, aware that they may be arrested and their medical records subpoenaed if they or their babies test positive for drugs, may be changing their behavior — although not necessarily as some prosecutors hoped. Carmen Howell, a defense lawyer in Enterprise, says she knows of one woman who drove to Georgia when she went into labor and another who gave birth to a three-pound baby in a bathtub at home." —This weekend's heartwrenching New York Times Magazine piece on chemical-endangerment laws — meant to discourage pregnant women from using controlled substances — is a real roller-coaster ride that'll [...]