Another restless night of interrupted sleep patterns and random thoughts that wiz past my brain at warp speed . Big Sis (a retired nurse), says there is a medical term for this condition called "Flight of Ideas". It's quite entertaining really. One moment I'm thinking about a family member or an issue at work and then…BAM, I'm seeing baboons eating Blue Bell out of a PF Flyer shoebox. Go figure.
Well, last night I was able to stop the flight and focus for a few minutes due to another commercial with one of those ridiculous medicine names. This one is called Farxiga…a new drug for the treatment of Type 2 diabetes. Great, (I thought), America probably needs this. But it also made me ponder;
Who in the name of Marcus Welby is in charge of naming these drugs? Farxiga? It sounds more like a treatment for leaky individuals. "Since I've been taking Farxiga, I no longer get those accusatory looks in the elevator. My life literally used to stink, but not anymore thanks to Farxiga! It's changed my life…along with my co-workers".
Anyway, it prompted me to jot down a few of my own new drug ideas to pitch to Merck and Phizer to develop;
Dr. Curmudgeon, MD - Out!
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