I am a druggie
Yes, I’m a druggie. You can use different words for it but I choose to stay away from the overused ones, such as “addict,” “user,” or “abuser.” I choose not to make the distinction between whether the drugs were prescribed or not prescribed or whether they were legal or not legal. I choose not to distinguish whether these drugs were doctor-recommended or whether I took them without a doctor’s permission. I choose not to make the excuse that I took the drugs because they “helped” me or they “saved my life.” Or because I wasn’t properly informed of the dangers by the docs that gave them to me. I choose not to distinguish between whether the drugs had addicting qualities to them, or whether you develop a tolerance to them or not, or whether once you get on them, you experience physical withdrawal if you stop cold turkey.
Regardless. I took drugs. I took many drugs. I took so many that you wouldn’t recognize me. I took antipsychotic drugs (both newer and older), antianxiety drugs, antidepressants, lithium salts, nonclassified psych meds, benzos, sleeping pills, antihistimines, anticonvulsants, antiopiates, a beta blocker, antibiotics, the flu shot, ibuprofen, naproxen…..
So, I suppose all these were legal. Prescribed. Approved. Supposed to help me. “Lifesaving.” However, I’m no different from the addict actor that died last week of a heroin overdose. I’m really not. The only difference is that I’m not on those drugs anymore except the thyroid pill, and also, I’m alive and breathing. He’s dead.
Take “addict” out. Take “user” out. Take “abuser” out. We need new words. Drugs are drugs are drugs. Informed choice is relevant whenever adult humans take drugs. I put the drugs into my mouth and I make this decision based on my own informed choice. It’s not relevant for my dog because my dog cannot weigh these options. I make the decision for her. She takes a thyroid pill that I give her. I decided to give it to her as prescribed and recommended by my vet based on the results of laboratory blood tests done at my vet’s office. A child cannot choose and whoever decides must be informed and decide wisely for the sake of the child until the child is old and wise enough to decide for her/himself. I don’t have a child. My dog will never, ever grow up and I never have to worry about teaching Puzzle to drive a car, paying for Puzzle’s college education, or the day Puzzle goes out to a big drinking and drugging party.
If Puzzle ever sends me a text asking me permission to go on an antipsychotic, what should I do as responsible dog owner?
I think I’ll take away that cell phone of hers. Since when do dogs have thumbs?