TROY CHEEK wrote in a message to THOM LACOSTA:

->  DD> My croaker tends to throw pills at everything. 
-> 
-> Marvelous moniker....

 TC> Glen Cook wrote a series of books where one of the main characters
 TC> was named Croaker.  He was a doctor, of course.

Ah....what do I know? (g)

 TC> As for the drug companies, to be fair they do a little more than
 TC> just distill old home remedies into patentable formulas, or so they
 TC> claim.  The high-dollar drugs are the ones that are created from
 TC> scratch after 20 years of research, or so they claim.  And the
 TC> different prices in different countries come about due to countries
 TC> with socialized or regulated medicine which pass laws limiting the
 TC> resale price of drugs of certain types regardless of the cost of
 TC> research, materials, and manufacture.  They have to charge more in
 TC> other countries to make up the difference.  Again, so they claim.

I love the "so theyt cliam".  Sounds like the local
government....if the were as good as they claim....well, you catch the
drit.

-> Most of the diabetes educators/nutritionists I've run acrosss are ALL
-> overweight....so I look at them with the "Ah, do as I say, not
as I do."
-> jaundice.

 TC> Each and every instructor at a diabetes class or seminar I've been
 TC> to has been overweight and admitted to worse sugar levels than me. 
 TC> Oh, but they've got all the answers.

Yes....Since diabetes is a HUGE epidemic, it's a great employment
field....and, those of us that have it are really forced to pay attention
to diet....so the fat intructors can tell us how to loose weight.

It's not just diabetes....when my dad was still alive, I would take him to
the athletic center so that he could use the therapy pool.  He and I would
laugh, since the next pool over had a weight loss class.  A whole pool full
of fat ladies....and the instructor was this mammoth, obese, fat to the
point of being sikening looking woman.

She would jump up and down and urge her student to become active.  There
are many times when I can appreciate a lady in a leotard jumping up and
down....but this was like watching a mis-shappen Hindenburg being used as a
wrecking ball.

I'm firmly convinced that if this woman ever gets career counselng, some
will tell her to become a diabetes educator.


 TC> On the other hand, the three nutritionists who work at the hospital
 TC> I work for are skinny as a rail and maybe, just maybe, all three of
 TC> them together weigh as much as I do.  Yet every single time I've
 TC> dropped by their office, they've been pigging out on cake or pie or
 TC> pizza or something like that.  At least one of their desks will
 TC> always have an open bag of chips or candy or chocolate bars.  I
 TC> questioned them about this once and the answer is that I just
 TC> happened to come by on a day when they were celebrating something
 TC> or another.  Every single time.

Perhaps they are Bolemic?

 TC> On an unrelated note, I told my doctor a couple of weeks ago that
 TC> my new goal in life was to outlive him.  He thinks I'm kidding.

The story was priceless....it reminds me that every time I see my Doctor,
I ask ih he's taken his blood pressure meds...and then suggest to him that
he loose some weight.

One visit, he got highly incensed...so I told him that if he weight less
than I did, I'd apologize....but if it was the other way around, my next
office visit was free.

He took the bet....and I didn't pay for the next visit.

 TC> Anyway, after two WEEKS, I got a letter in the mail dated two DAYS
 TC> after my office visit telling me that my cholestoral levels pegged
 TC> the meters and asking if I've been taking my Vytorin regularly.


Ha Ha....and you were to call about the letter...I'll bet you'd get a voice
mail system that doesn;t let you leave a message!

Ah well, we keep on chugging along, don't we?


cya,
thom
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