how do you wish to see life?

I had a tutorial today, on 'safe prescribing'. Basically it's about the art of drugging humans out of their misery, without killing them completely and/or without screwing them over so bad that they actually notice that it was all our doing.

I am quite the cynic, in case you still haven't noticed.

'Give me an example of a combination drug, made to reduce the number of pills the patients have to take.' the tutor asked.

'Spiriva...' Niall replied, his voice trailing off at the end, suggesting that he was not sure with his choice of answer.

'Combivent.' I said, correcting him on the name of the combination inhaler that I knew was actually what he was thinking about. The tutor looked over at me and smiled. After tens of minutes has passed by with her neverending sarcastic comments on the politics of the pharmaceutical world, she turned back to me and asked;

'Do you know what the patient-based surveys discovered, on the colour of the pill that was thought by the patients to have the best outcome?'

'Blue?' I asked, smiling with the corner of my mouth, with a glint of mischief in my eyes. I turned over to my five groupmates and saw TJ looking at me, his expression mirrorring mine. Turning back to the tutor, I gave a tiny sigh as I realized that she, of course, did not get the humour behind my answer. She has went on to rattle about how the patients love the unexpected temporary high they get out of their steroids, and how they thus commonly associate this with efficacy.


Steroids are the little red pills.


The sheer irony of it all amused me to no end.



x
Atiqah.