Called Bullshit...

For decades, my whole life for sure, the FDA has proven itself to be in league with the butcher. And in this case, the butcher being corporate interest, the ones suffering have been well, the list of victims is enormous.
Drugs are passed with no idea the consequences. Let me tell you a story.
I am the oldest child of a woman with Epilepsy, and now adult onset diabetes. When as a kid, I would hear a particular quaver in her voice, I knew to find my pops at top speed. And the drill was they disappeared into their room, and I wouldn't see her for the rest of that day. She was prescribed a drug called, I believe Dilaudin, but I am probably not right about the name. It's an epilepsy treatment anti-seizure drug someone explained to me. She took it for years.
Now my mother is a complicated person. But I watched as this one-time terribly loving and happy woman became moody, withdrawn, and ultimately not all there. And this isn't to throw around labels, she has become unbalanced. She simply can't remember certain things she has done and said, which is probably for the best.
My father was an L.V.N. for twenty plus years (Licensed Vocational Nurse) and he went back in a year ago to reinstate his license. He retook the tests, and studied the drugs and their effects. The effects we only now are learning, as time and these drugs have ravaged the bodies of the poor souls who simply trusted their doctors.
My father called me shortly after he decided to not finish the tests. He told me what he had discovered one afternoon while studying. He came across a name he had helped feed his wife for more than a decade. And he started crying. Because this drug causes kidney damage, diabetes, mood swings and ultimately a personality disorder. This helpful little assassin had smiled and gone to work in the brain and body chemistry of my mother, till she was left crippled. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. He now could understand the unraveling he had endured and witnessed of both his marriage and the woman he loved.
He called both me and my little sister.
And we found out later from each other that a curse had been broken. For years I simply assumed that at a certain age, I would just go nuts, become as crazed and unpleasant as she has. That we were predisposed to quietly go mad. I wasn't alone, her fears unspoken till that day. Now I realize that's an option and not a hereditary gift.
I do love a choice.
Another one will always be to research the hell out of any drug I ever get prescribed, or doctor I am treated by. Because you never know who they are in bed with.