Student handed out potent, and potentially fatal prescription drugs

An unidentified female student is accused of giving the students high doses of Zoloft, Thorazine, Seroquel, and Trilepital.



KRQE News 13 has learned the drugs were prescribed to the girl and brought to school from home. Pharmacists say those drugs in the potent quantities involved could do serious damage to an average person.

First, how in the world is a middle schooler diagnosed as being so fucked up that they need four, count them - four, powerful medications? An anti-depressant (Zoloft), TWO anti-psychotics (Thorazine and Seroquel) plus anti-seizure medication (Trileptal). Seroquel is a 2nd generation anti-psychotic. We don't even know why or how it actually works. I also can't find any reference that it would be used concurrent with a first generation anti-psychotic like Thorazine. Most references seem to indicate that it is used instead of older drugs. The first stop here is the kid's doctor to find out just what the hell he's up to. more...

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Hey, gals. You know how when you're a passenger in a car and a guy is driving and when he has to stop suddenly or unexpectedly he puts an arm up across your chest so you don't fly forward? Yeah, well that's just to feel you up.

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Update: Results in the extended entry

Want to know what it's about? See the Shamming/Sharing intro post.

Our fourth offering. Is this anecdote the truth or am I pulling your leg (or other body part of your choice)?

What could be more fun than a circus? To me in my youth, just about anything. I didn't see my first circus until I was two weeks shy of 12. The only reason I remember that so precisely is because during most of the circus that's what I was thinking about to prevent yawning, plus right after the circus we went to Toys "backwards R" Us to look for presents for me (of course that's not what Mom said but you aren't fooling a 12 year old 2 weeks before his birthday - if we're in Toys "backwards R" Us it's 'cause you want to know what to buy for me) and this was the year that I got a guitar and a machete* so it sticks out in my young memory.

Anyway, the circus wasn't a bad one by any stretch. I don't think it was Ringling Bros but it was another of the bigger ones. Huge midtop, lots of concessions, games, carnies all over the place, clowns, pony rides and such. We pretty much breezed past all of the outside attractions and into the big tent. The only specific memory I have from the rush into the show was a midget riding a gigantic red dog and my little brother (he would have been 4 then) yelling out "Clifford! Clifford!" No, I'm not saying the dog was the size of Clifford. He was a mastiff or great dane or something - just really, really big. And dyed red.

So we rushed into the big tent and got seats and we were all tense with excitement. You see, Mom had been building this up for us for months. Telling us about the lion tamers and the acrobats and the clowns in tiny cars and the Lipinzaner stallions (no idea if I spelled that anything close to correctly) and singing this circus/parade song every five minutes. How did that song go? Something like "seventy six trombones in the big parade / a hundredy five coronets came behind". And when the performance actually started we were on the very edge of our seats, just breathless with anticipation.

And it sucked. Big time. I couldn't understand a single thing that the ringmaster was saying. The gymnasts were just doing stuff I'd seen all the time on TV (and was bored of watching there). There was a highwire but the guy just casually walked across the wire. With a net underneath him. The clowns were okay but that just looked like so much chaos since we couldn't understand a thing the MC was saying. The lion tamer beat the hell out of some lions and made them do tricks. He pissed me off. I wanted the lions to just gang up on him and take him down. The stallions looked filthy and sad to me. Where were the bright white regal beasts I was expecting?

One disappointment after another was piled on my youthful shoulders until I gave up trying to be entertained and just started thinking about my upcoming birthday. Just two weeks, two weeks, two weeks to muh birfday! I sang that song in my head for what seemed like hours but was probably more like 30 minutes. But at least it helped me to remember the date that I first saw a circus.

I like circuses now. I guess my disappointing first experience was due partially to the hysterical hype level my mom gave it, partially because I really didnt' have a concept of just how freaking difficult a lot of the things I was seeing actually were and partially because I was functioning with half a brain as the other half was totally preoccupied with my upcoming birthday.

* No, my parents wouldn't give a real machete to a 12 year old. Well, okay, it was a real machete but it was a steel blank blade (no edge). The cool thing about the machete was the scabbard. Hand tooled leather. My dad had picked it up in Panama earlier in the year. It was hanging up on my various bedroom walls until I was in my late 20's.

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I've won the caption contest over at The Cheese Stands Alone. Go and bask in my cleverness and remark in wonder at LeeAnn's astuteness in selecting my entry as the winner. Now I shall sit back in anxious anticipation as I await my fantabulous prize.

Points: It's a gimme but what the heck. One point to the first person to name my source for this post's title. No searching, please.

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The 13th Bestofme Symphony is up at Ambient Irony. Pixy Misa did some beautiful work. And all that after a hella day at the job! Get on over and enjoy some of the best reading in the blogosphere.

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I can't tell you just how much time I wasted with Mario. But was it really time wasted? Is time ever wasted when you are enjoying yourself? Well, yeah, I guess sometimes it is. For those of you who don't give a crap about wasting time as long as you're enjoying ourselves, check out the Adventures of Mario:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

(Hat tip to Dopple-G)

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1 V. Cool - I want part 4 now (and have to be a little concerned as to why Dopple G Seems to have a never ending supply of flash stuff to entertain us with!)

Posted by: Rob at March 01, 2004 09:28 AM (kXZI6)

2 Well, he's a programmer and you know how they are. Spend most of the day playing Doom or surfing the web...

Posted by: Jim at March 01, 2004 09:30 AM (IOwam)

3 erm, I must be with the wrong firm ... but of course we designers have an infinitely higher work load than those code monkeys ... now where did I leave that BFG.

Posted by: Rob at March 01, 2004 10:27 AM (kXZI6)

4 That was totally awesome!!!! But I HATE cliffhangers!!!

Posted by: Susie at March 01, 2004 11:16 AM (5u/dN)

5 uhh...can someone 'splain that to me? Is this some kind of abstract statement of Mario's inhumanity by reducing him to a squiggle as he races around in the eternal pursuit of materialism? I ain't seeing it.

Posted by: Christine at March 01, 2004 12:17 PM (Q/NXM)

6 It takes a while to load. The dancing squiggle is the artist's version of the "loading bar" you usually get.

Posted by: Jim at March 01, 2004 12:52 PM (IOwam)

7 Got to wait for part 4, evil. Nice skins btw, love the kitty one cause it has a kitty.

Posted by: mog at March 01, 2004 07:30 PM (Dqis0)

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Bush is at it again. He has driven the leader of a foreign nation from his office and punctured the fragile sovereignty of a country's borders with American troops. Of course, as you would expect, he did this without following International Law, without UN approval and without a coallition of countries supporting his decision.



Now US Marines are off in foreign lands, the only thing holding a fragile country together. Occupiers who are now responsible for putting a shattered land back together. It goes without saying that companies like Halliburton are going to get the contracts to do all of the rebuilding.



Who does Bush think he is? Alexander the Great? Who will stop the rampaging imperialist American forces?

or...

Haitian President Jean Bertrand Aristide has resigned his position and fled his country. With US assistance he has taken exile in a central African country. US Marines were dispatched to Haiti to restore order as Port au Prince erupted in violence following Aristide's departure. The UN authorized a joint peacekeeping force several hours later.

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