Adderall/Dr. Oz

Today on Dr. Oz ….

2/18/13


Deadly Adderall Abuse – 

Excellent segment, featuring …
 – parents of a student who recently committed suicide after prolonged and
   escalated use/abuse of adderall …
–  renowned psychiatrist and leading ADHD expert, Ned Hallowell.

Discussion includes rampant abuse on college campuses as well as the work
place, the downsides of patient privacy and much more.

www.doctoroz.com/episode/deadly-adderall-abuse

  

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My Fair Lady

I’ve never slept with a dog in my life. But then, I met Ginny. Growing up, dogs were never allowed over the threshold of the back door, much less on the furniture or, God forbid, in the bed.

When we moved to the country, four years ago, I cautiously entertained the idea of getting another dog. It had been a number of years since we put Sam, our Golden Retriever, down. He was a big part of my children’s life, but I knew that a large dog was no longer in my future. Too much energy, too much mess – not portable.

Shep, the proprietor of a local vegetable stand, bred Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. I stopped by one day to do a little shopping and to inquire about his puppies. It just so happened that his son had a female “ruby”, almost four years old, that he was trying to place in a new home. His sales pitch was convincing – beautiful young lady, charming, laid-back, never met a stranger ….

Housebroken. Ready to Go. A verbal agreement was struck.

Our first meeting was memorable. I fell in love with her striking, cinnamon color and those sensitive, inquiring eyes. However, like Audrey Hepburn, in My Fair Lady, she would need a considerable make-over. A proper hairstyle, a pedicure and a once-over by our vet.

We brought her home and she was introduced to her new surroundings. Tyson, a neighbor’s miniature pincher, was the first to press a call. He didn’t exactly ingratiate himself on the initial visit as he came tearing over the hill at full speed, barking up a storm. Ginny was polite, but cool.  Over time, she developed a friendship with Tyson and a healthy respect for the same neighbor’s horses. She loved to explore, but always scurried back home before I began to worry.

She sustained me through the first winter in our house while my husband was traveling and darkness fell early. We have a comfortable club chair and ottoman in our kitchen where she draped over my lap or stretched out in the sliver between my hips and the arm of the chair, keeping me warm, along with my favorite throw.

Thirty minutes before bed was our scheduled bonding time. No interruptions. Often, we would sit in semi-darkness and meditate. Regularly, I would carry on a one-way conversation – her eyes responding with a silent dialogue of understanding.

If life was a little unsettled, I would ask her if everything was going to be alright, tears rolling down my cheeks and collecting on her fur. She was always reassuring. She stole my heart and restored my soul.

Now, there are three of us in the bed. I am lulled to sleep by a sonata of simultaneous snoring and an occasional three second snort.

Heaven.

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More on Secrets

Telling Secrets 
by Frederick Buechner
Two thought-provoking quotes which convey a similar message ….


“What we hunger for perhaps more than anything else is to be known in our full humanness, and yet that is often just what we also fear more than anything else.  
It is important to tell at least from time to time the secret of who we truly and fully are … 
because otherwise we run the risk of losing track of who we truly
and fully are, and little by little, come to accept instead the highly edited version, which we put forth in hopes that the world will find it more acceptable than the real thing.
It is important to tell our own secrets too because it makes it easier for other people to tell us a secret or two of their own ….”


“I not only have my secrets, I am my secrets.  And you are yours.  

Our secrets are human secrets, and our trusting each other enough to share them with each other has much to do with the secret of what it means to be human.”


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Secrets and Half Truths

It takes a lot of energy to keep secrets.

In fact, it can be all consuming and render you prostrate with exhaustion. I’m not talking about confidentiality in a job context or between friends. That’s professional or personal diplomacy.

I’m talking about secrets – things going on under your own roof, behind closed doors, within your family unit – that you desperately keep from others. Your intention is not to be misleading, but you try at all costs to act as though everything is copacetic. You attempt to maintain a stiff upper lip at work, church or at lunch with a friend. You put on your party mask and try to be your darling self at social events.

The lion’s share of secrets I had to keep over the years, I was keeping from my own family – my parents, my brother and his family, my extended family. Secrets about my son and daily life with his addiction.

A big part of keeping secrets is making excuses, justifying why he isn’t playing a sport, why he is transferring to a different school, why he can’t go to church on Easter Sunday, why he is attending a wilderness program, why he couldn’t attend his sister’s graduation, why he is urgently flown to an expensive rehab in Utah and why he hasn’t visited his grandparents in a number of years.

Unfortunately, communication with family and friends consisted of countless whys and a string of half-truths. My parents taught me about half truths. They can be as flagrant as the whole lie.

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