Here’s the scene: You go to the doctor dragging your patooty behind you.
Your body has ballooned whilst your hair got thin. You discovered a whole new definition of tired. And is it normal to wear an overcoat to bed to keep warm?
The doctor nods sagely and announces his on-the-spot, one-size-fits-all diagnosis: Depression.
As he grabs for his prescription pad, you demur. Just a little. After all, he’s the doctor. But you explain that you’re happy with your life. The only problem is not having the energy to enjoy it more.
Ever see a doctor change his pronouncements? Me either. You get a prescription for an anti-depressant.
It doesn’t work, of course. Your problem isn’t depression; it’s a thyroid gland that can’t get its act together.
Most, if not all, thyroid patients have been through this scenario. Maybe multiple times.
Doctors go on about practicing scientific, evidence-based medicine. Look at such talk as no more than a diversionary tactic. At best. Most of medicine arises from opinions and past practices, however misguided.
And doctors love the idea of depression. Depression is real, of course, but the diagnosis of depression, ah, now that’s a wide open door. No tests. No fixed criteria. Anything goes. Best of all, it herds patients through quickly, all paying as they leave.
Here’s the latest: Based on no evidence of a problem, doctors want legislation to force all pregnant women to become candidates for antidepressants. Still no tests or criteria, but even worse, no studies on what antidepressant medication will do to the baby.
Will they get their way? Well, a lot of people went for the Gardasil scam. And a whole bunch more jumped on the statin bandwagon. Not to mention the annual flu shot foolishness. I could go on. Examples abound, each one a disaster.
Nobody seems to have considered what health catastrophe could result from pregnancy-equals-depression legislation.
For one thing, a lot of antidepressants come with a fluoride base. We know that fluoride lowers the IQ of young children. Just imagine what it could do if it got in the door whilst the brain was still forming!
And we know that fluoride causes skeletal fluorosis, then stomps all over our organs. In adults it’s often misdiagnosed as rheumatoid arthritis. The mind boggles at subjecting babies in utero to such a poison.
And fluoride isn’t the only problem.
But the pregnancy-equals-depression scenario sure will sell a lot of pills. And that’s really what counts, isn’t it?
A drunk driver damaged Bette Dowdell's pituitary gland shortly before her first birthday. Although doctors insisted for years that she was fine, her health drifted to a crash-and-burn event, and she realized her health was up to her.
Now she's happy to report she has energy all day, every day. She sleeps well. Colds, flu and headaches are all in the past. Optimism moved back in. Life is good.
Now Bette's sharing what she knows with others to help them take control of their health, too. People who become their own health advocate enjoy far better health than those that don't.
Bette grew up in The Salvation Army, where her parents were officers. Like the military, this Army life involved a lot of moving, and she attended ten schools, in nine cities, in three states before graduating from high school.
After college, Bette worked as an IBM Systems engineer, a small-company consultant and software company owner. She wrote the books How to be a Christian Without Being Annoying, On We March: A memoir of growing up in The Salvation Army and the e-book Pep For The Pooped: Discovering the Vitamins and Minerals Your Body Is Starving For.
She lives in the Phoenix area.