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Digested week: I feel like a million dollars on my child’s prescription flu medicine | Emma Brockes

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Digested week: I feel like a million dollars on my child’s prescription flu medicine | Emma Brockes


With the news full of alarm about this winter “tripledemia” – rising numbers of RSV, flu and covid cases, especially among children – when my daughter’s fever hits 103F on Monday night, I do something I hate: drag her around the corner to the living room ER, the 24-hour clinic where for $150 you can be seen immediately by a doctor who has never seen you before and will never see you again. It’s the fast food of health care, right down to the decor, which consists, disconcertingly, of wall-to-wall framed photos of TV doctors, as if the place is masquerading as medical aid and all the doctors have been hired by the government. core casting.

The truth is that the doctor is very kind, and after doing the tests he says it’s the flu. Remarkably, prescribing Tamiflu, through a combination of low efficacy in children, supply issues, and a requirement to take it within 48 hours of first symptom onset, has never been prescribed for us before, and it sends us home with the words: “She drives some kids crazy, so keep an eye on her.”

It doesn’t drive her crazy. However, the next morning, I began to feel symptoms, and following the time-honored tradition of reusing other people’s prescriptions, the OxyContin left over from my C-section ended up with a friend of a friend who had been in a car. accident, while his own stash of Percocet, a lifesaver when he injured his back, came from his wife’s stash of cancer drugs: I drink some of my seven-year-old son’s Tamiflu. Better, I think, to avoid it on the spot, experience brief nausea, probably psychosomatic, wonder if I should pretend to have spilled the bottle so I can refill it without visiting the doctor, decide that this risks flagging me for substance abuse, choose a random dose for me and throw a little more. I’ve been taking Tamiflu all week and while my daughter still has the flu (four days out of school and counting) I feel like a million bucks.


I don’t know if you’ve been following this story about the compulsive liar on the writing staff of the TV show Grey’s Anatomy. Briefly: Elisabeth Finch, a longtime writer on the medical drama who had spoken and written about using her experience as a cancer survivor to inform the show’s storylines, turns out that not only has she never had cancer, she has lied spectacularly about a lot of other things too.

Everyone loves a good joker unmasked story and this is a corker. Among the lies of the 44-year-old man, narrated in Peter Kiefer’s book box office interview with Finch for the Angler this week, where he had lost a kidney; her that she had been a regular worshiper at the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh, where in 2018 an armed terrorist killed 11 people, one of whom she said she knew (no); that her brother had taken his own life (he is alive and well and lives in Florida); and, most importantly, that she had survived metastatic cancer after being diagnosed with a spinal tumor that, among other things, led her to show up at work with a dummy catheter attached to her arm and her head shaved to imitate someone who is undergoing chemotherapy. . “I miss my fellow writers,” Finch said in the interview. “It’s like a family and… one of the things that makes it so difficult is that they came together around a false narrative that I gave them.”

False narrative is certainly one way of putting it, and after explaining that his lying is itself a clinical condition, ironic! Finch absently wonders if she could be forgiven enough to get a seat in the Handmaid’s Tale writers’ room.


to Congress, and the sight of Missouri Rep. Vicky Hartzler breaking down in pain at the prospect of gay Americans having too many rights. The bipartisan Respect Marriage Act discussion was a dry affair until Hartzler spoke up, argued that the bill threatened the lives of decent, God-fearing Americans, and then began, unbelievably, mourn. In the strangest episode of political weeping since Matt Hancock wiped his eyes On Good Morning Britain, Hartzler concluded with a wobbly plea against “this misguided and dangerous bill.” Moments later, the approved billto loud applause, after the defection of 39 Republicans to the Democrats, although it should be added that while it requires each state to recognize another state’s legal marriage, it does not require all states to legalize same-sex marriage in the case that the supreme court strikes down, as Roe v Wade did, the federal law protecting that right.

Camilla, the queen consort, with a reindeer
Photo of the week: ‘Oh, gosh, she didn’t ask if you’re from the North Pole, did she?’ Photo: Paul Grover/AP


A difficult day in journalism as staff of the New York Times strike for better wages, begging us to boycott his website: a friend forgets, does a Wordle, then texts frantically “am I a strikebreaker?” – just when the world’s media stops to watch Meghan and Harry on Netflix. “We had an emergency video conference at 6 am about how to handle the revelations of the day,” says a friend in a tabloid.

I took a quick look, obviously, and unless I’m missing something: didn’t we know all this already? Didn’t Oprah already have this story? I sympathize with Harry and am inclined to side with anyone who might trigger a public meltdown in Kelvin MacKenzie. Similarly, I find it hard to believe, based on Meghan’s account, that she had never seen footage of someone curtsying to the Queen, heard the British national anthem, or understood that royalty could be a hierarchy-based system made up of people who are not the warmest or most welcoming in the world. Although the main takeaway is, obviously, what an embarrassing waste the series is from Liz Garbus, one of the greatest documentarians in American history, reduced to selling PR hogwash for this pair.


Honoring the digital picket line means I have to wait a day to catch up Diagnosis, my favorite New York Times column aka the weekly column I thought I had a cold but in fact I’m dying. Do you think you are tired and just need to eat a banana? Think again, fool. Here comes a man with exactly the symptoms of him who turned out to have orthostatic hypotension. Did you think you tripped on the street because of an uneven paving slab? See the story of this woman who thought the same thing and then she had to be taken to the hospital for emergency surgery. I’m thinking of writing with my own contribution. Did she think she’d just happen to take someone else’s prescription drug and get away with it? This person did that and believe me, he’s been high as a kite all week.

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