Talk To The Pharmacist

My Grandpa was a pretty anti-doctor kinda guy. As I’ve said before, he grew up tough in an orphanage in Chicago during the depression and was treated with Polio while there. Instead of folding his cards and deciding to be a ward of the state for the rest of his life like to many are doing today, he fought to survive and strived to always be self-sufficient.

Most illnesses were treated by a heavy dose of YBF. All headaches were “all in your head.” Heh. For realz. But if there was really something that wasn’t going away, he wouldn’t go straight to the doc… but he WOULD go straight to his pharmacist. Should he take something or will it go away? I don’t remember exactly if the pharm guy ever told him to actually go to the doctor but Grandpa was happy with his program. After all, the pharmacist understands the drugs FAR better than the doc who prescribes them depending on how many kickbacks they get. Yes? Yes. (I know, I know, I’m jaded. If there are any doc’s out there all offended now, shut up. You know at least part of that statement has merit.)

The good pharm’s have enough experience to recognize pros and cons to medicine along with possible natural supplements that can be tried prior to chemically altering your body make-up with shit that puts another billion in a pharmaceutical president’s pocket. Many also have an understanding that a diet change can profoundly impact a potential patient to the point of getting them out of their diseased state.

I’m lucky enough to have one come to tosabarbell three times a week and train. So when health declines of our loved ones is found out, he’s my go to guy for possible medicinal fixes. More importantly, he gives expert advice on which medicines to stay away from and why. It’s quite fascinating…having medical professionals in the Bigg guy’s family whose advice may directly conflict with the guy who has spent his life dedicated to knowing exactly how drugs prescribed can either help or hurt a patient.

A simplified view of the current medical field is very similar to coaching barbell lifts. We hit the big stuff first; bottom position on the squat, starting position off the floor in a clean, squeezing the chest up in the deadlift to set the hamstrings. Big stuff first. As we go on, we’ll start nitpicking and taking care of details. So it goes with the doc’s. Symptoms are described, they’ll reach for the most common answer first and see what should be prescribed to fix that problem. Didn’t work? Cross it off (just like certain cues don’t work for some people…cross it off the list.) Narrow the diagnoses…prescribe something different or a different dose. (God forbid they tell people to change their diet, that doesn’t get pharm exec’s their Jet Stream for another year.) Patients can go weeks, months, even years feeling like crap while trusting their doctor. I find that completely unacceptable (I have lots of Grandpa in me.) I don’t want chemicals in my body (barring catastrophic disease) if I can help it. But our medical profession has morphed into an accepted version of the street corner keeper of the drugs. Prescribe, prescribe, prescribe.

Oh sure, there are good ones out there. I personally really like my doctor and if I had anything that needed to be checked out I would trek back to Minnesota to see him. But if drugs are prescribed, I’ll talk to the pharmacist before I take them and first ask what else can be done to battle whatever I’m battling. I’ll also do a little google checking and if I find out that the drug prescribed is in the top five drugs sold in our country, peace out dude. Fok that. I’m not obligated to keep drug companies rich, that’s the government’s job.

When discussing the disease of a loved one last week with someone, the following comment was made (not by me.) ‘Well what does a pharmacist know?’ Actually, they know a lot.  In fact, they’re the ones I’d go to first. Oh ya, I don’t have to go anywhere, I’ll just wait till they come train.

Yeah me.

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Friday Jams

The Ronettes tune, Be My Baby has a far more interesting history than I’d realized. It was near the top of the charts the day President Kennedy was shot; two of the back up singers in the chorus were Sonny and Cher; and Ronnie Spector actually sang in Eddie Money’s Take me Home tonight the phrase, “Be my baby.” Huh.

The song is timeless. Play it for your teen today and they’ll start moving just like grandma did back in the 60’s. Ronnie Spector is the original bad girl of Rock’n’Roll and barely made it out of her marriage to Phil Spector. She’s a survivor.

Enjoy the weekend.

I just received the following wire from my generous Daddy; Dear Jack, Don’t buy a single vote more than is necessary. I’ll be damned if I’m going to pay for a landslide.

John F. Kennedy

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And on That Note…

Yesterday, we talked about the map labeling ‘sconsin peeps as fatties and Packer fans. Heh. This got me and the Bigg guy talking. If we ate with reckless abandon, not giving one shit how the food we eat affects our health; just eating what tastes yummy; or makes us happy; or however else we’ve allowed food to control our lives…here’s our list:

Grilled Cheese Sammiches (yes, it’s #1 for  a reason.)

Dairy Queen (all of it.)

Pancakes/French Toast/Waffles (basically anything that serves as the vehicle to eat syrup by the bucketfull)

Chocolate Chip cookies (oooooooh, I miss cookies.)

Biscuits and Gravy (ooooooooh, the bigg guy misses Biscuits and Gravy.)

Fettuccine Alfredo (thick and gooey with garlic bread. NomNomNom)

PB&J sammiches on white Wonder bread.

Starbucks coffee shakes (that was the Bigg guy, I think they’re nasty.)

Red Lobster (again, Bigg guy. Yuck)

Peanut Butter toast with lots of butter. (When I’m feeling completely run down and have recognized that I haven’t rewarded myself in any way with something scrumptious, this is my go to.)

Breakfast pastries (European food. What happens in Lithuania, stays in Lithuania.)

Donuts (all of them)/Baked Goods/Kringle

Snicker Bar

S’mores (we make smores like this…)

Pizza Rolls

Little Debbie snack cakes and Nutty Bars

Carbonated Sugar Drinks

Dessert: French Silk Pie and Carrot Cake

Potato Chips: Sour Cream and Onion Pringles and Nacho Cheese Doritos

Bologna sammiches with Kraft cheese like substance slices on white bread with Mayo (ahhhhhh, memories of college.)

There has to be more but this is a good start to the list.

Psssst…if these items are regulars on your diet…you eat like crap and probably haven’t really tasted food in years. We’re sad for you.

What’s wrong with extreme dieting and hard-core fitness plans is that they don’t take into account the rest of your life.

Alison Sweeney

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Fatties and Packer Fans

One of my training partners texted me this map the other day. I lol’d.

First off, I think this stuff is funny. Americans are infamous in other parts of the world for not knowing (or even pretending to care to know) geography. According to this map, it holds true even in our own country. Of course I really liked that Wisconsin was labeled as Fatties/Packer Fans. Yup.

A horrible, but fun, game I play whenever I travel and get connecting flights into Milwaukee is try to guess who is from Wisconsin and who is coming in for a brief cheese fix. I’m getting pretty good at it. Other than the annoying habit of needing to wear Packer shirts and jerseys (by the way, I don’t understand overweight middle aged men who wear football jersey’s out and aboot. At a game? Sure. At an actual football party? Ok. But on a plane or out to the mall? Why? I don’t get it) the signs are pretty common.

Bloated from too much carbs and sugar; pale and sometimes a little sweaty, classic signs of chronic inflammation…and then there’s the skinny fats. Still pale; no color to their skin; no muscle; skin hanging,  AND still bloated from the carbs and sugar they get to eat cuz they’re skinny. Lack of sleep, stress building due to life AND not feeling 100% healthy. Yup. All over the place.

Wisconsinites have done their fair share of eating their way into disease. Blame it on the cheese? I don’t think so. But I’m getting awfully tired of it. We know several people that we watch slowly eat themselves into a diseased state. But there’s medicine for disease, right? Just take some medicine. Has nothing to do with food, “I” just have special innards. Ugh. There are catastrophic diseases that need immediate medical care. Absolutely. And we’re fortunate to be able to get medical attention to fix those. Also, just because we attempt to eat in a way that fuels our bodies for better training but more importantly better quality of life, this does not mean we’ll avoid disease. We know that. We’re just trying to do what we can to make that disease fight harder than ever to catch us. Anyways.

But excuse me while I fail to have any respect for a “board, certified Doctor” who has been taught which medications to prescribe for which “diseases” and oh by the way, I’m sure the pharmaceutical industry has absolutely no influence whatsoever in these “doctors” prescribing the medicine that is labeled on every calendar, notepad, medical computer, cotton swab, and whatever the bend over and cough tool is used in every doctor’s office in ‘Merika. Wake up people. If your doctor doesn’t tell you that you’ve eaten yourself into disease and we’re going to attempt to fix this with better food for the next 6 months because medicine should ALWAYS be a last resort! then it’s time for a new doctor.

But that’s hard. So it won’t happen. We’ll watch people we love continue to be chronically inflamed with whatever particular diet they’ve deemed satisfactory mostly because it gives them lots of hugs during the week and after all, there’s medicine. That’s easier. Le sigh…

Customers come in and say they’ve stayed away because they’re eating better and trying to lose weight. Bullshit! They’re fatter than ever. Not my fault.

Cranky

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