I'm going to start this post off with a warning. I am in an extremely caustic mood. I have had a really bad day, and for a matter of fact, I've had a bad block. I have one more week of classes and then tests and I'm not thrilled about any of it. So, I'm most likely going to curse. I'll be caustic, condescending, and downright mean. If any of this is not something you want to read, then keep going. I really don't give a fuck if it's professional or kiss my ass worthy or not.
The whole inspiration of this post is Jenny McCarthy. She has a son, who was diagnosed with autism. Well, at first she was GREAT. She was writing books about dealing with it and was all about getting more attention and funding for research. Which is awesome, we need more of that. BUT when the stupid whore decided she knew more than doctors and started having 'vaccines cause autism' dinners and bullshit like that, then I started getting irked with her. NOW, she's decided that the gluten free diet she put her son on has suddenly cured her son from autism. And she wrote a book on it. So that others can put their autistic kids on this miracle diet and TADA! no more autism.
Here's how a person who's already spent around 20 grand on studying medicine so far interprets these results. Her son displays autistic symptoms at an early age and is diagnosed with autism. She gets on the bandwagon of 'vaccines are evil'. Then, experimenting with diets, she finds that her son's symptoms are no longer present when she eliminates gluten from his diet. This means his initial diagnosis of autism was incorrect, and he more accurately has a metabolic disorder that manifested with autistic like symptoms.
My diagnosis for Jenny: Stupid Whore Syndrome. This syndrome is characterized by an inflated belief that you know more than doctors who are educated in medicine. It can be a broad spectrum, ranging from self diagnosis and treatment to groundbreaking discoveries with single clinical trials and less than 3 participants. Unfortunately the gluten-free diet didn't fix that. I can however cure it with a big fat prescription of shut the fuck up and take about 200 benzos and wash it down with a bottle of wine and enjoy your gluten free casket. I don't know where she got the confirmation that her son was cured of autism vs. incorrectly diagnosed because even now, we dont' know much about autism itself.
So, I have 6 days of lecture left. And instead of being excited, I am stressed to the point that I don't know if I need an SSRI (can't-not enough time for effect to happen before tests) or a stiff drink or just to drop out of school and scramble eggs at waffle house for a living. I have spent all of my time and energy trying to understand biostatistics with no avail. I took an undergrad stats class, and even though I had no idea what I was doing, I managed to get an A. Now, this class could be standing between me and step. Because if i fail an M2 class, I can't take step. And even though I'm doing just fine in my 200 hour classes, because I obviously can't do math for a 12 hour class I just don't need to pass. Well, fuck me then. Just fuck me and fuck yourself and I just don't give a flying fuck anymore. So I'm going to focus on the REAL classes and just give Dr. M the finger when I turn in my test.
I'm off to drink more wine and perhaps lay in bed. Hopefully I can find some better spirits so I can study some tonight.
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