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Liar, Liar, pants on fire/ Happy Mother’s Day.

Happy Mother’s Day to my lovely mam who has been a tower of strength to me since (and before) Shane died. Shane adored his granny and could talk to her about anything and everything, long before I would become privy to whatever was happening. He’d frequently go over to do his washing, have a chat and of course there was the added bonus, the Sallynoggin special; a sausage sandwich made from Hick’s sausages on fresh bread, perfect. Shane loved to bring his friends over to meet his ‘cool’ granny and he’d be glad to know, despite her heartache, she still is pretty special.

Shane could always talk to her in private because his grandad was as deaf as a post, though not anymore since finally agreeing to get a hearing aid. Not too sure if that’s a good thing as we all have to be careful now in what we say; he can literally hear a pin drop. All the family, including my mother, were used to having conversations about anything and everything, totally inappropriate conversations to be having in front of your father and probably about him, but he couldn’t hear a word. Have to be careful now!

Shane never forgot Mother’s Day and always brought a present: my favourite MAC lipstick and a book, chocolates and a book, always with a book because I was a bookworm you see. I can’t believe that I ever had time to read chick-lit which used to be my favourite pastime. Shane would no doubt find my current reading material hilarious because they are the complete opposite of chick-lit (but sometimes just as riveting); I’m reading Prof. Healy’s Pharmageddon at the moment. Here’s a list of the last few books that I read:

Bob Fiddaman, The Evidence is Clear.

David Healy, Let them eat Prozac. and currently reading Pharmageddon.

Doug Bremner, The Goose that laid the Golden Egg.

John Cornell, The Power to Harm.

John le Carré, (Fiction) The Constant Gardener.

John Virapen, Side effects death. 

Micheal Corry & Aine Tubridy, Depression; An emotion, not a Disease.

Robert Whitaker, Anatomy of an Epidemic.

Terry Lynch, Beyond Prozac.

I’m in bed with a cup of tea that my lovely husband made for me, accompanied by an equally lovely card; not a hick’s sausage in sight, think I’ll move back to my mams! Anyway, I have some news, Kathleen Lynch has agreed to meet with us. The meeting is not until the 3rd May as Professor Healy wasn’t available until then. Our little ‘delegation’ also includes an ex-Minister and Declan Gilsenan, retired Pathologist, who spoke out last week regarding SSRI’s and suicide.

Anyway getting back to my heading; I was going to do a post naming all the Psychiatrists in Ireland who actively deny that Antidepressants/depressants can cause suicide. They are liars and co-incidently usually work for Lundbeck and/or other drug companies who make SSRI’s. Liar, Liar, pants on fire. Anyway, I got distracted with mother’s day, so it will have to wait. Also, if any Solicitor’s Letter are intended to follow my future post, please observe my change of E-mail address.  Here’s a few older posts on the subject:



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