Fluoroquinolone reaction comments.
Saturday, January 30th, 2010Fluoroquinolone comments sent to me from LG Lindsay.
I think the hardest part of the ordeal is that fluoroquinolone poisoning leaves scant trace. Fluoroquinolone poisoning strips away both health and personal credibility. With the exception of its direct tie to damage at the tendons and Achilles heal, Fluoroquinolone poisoning is hard to verify independently, and doctors regard the malaise in the same way doctors historically have condescended to Epstein-Barr and fibromyalgia.
I think the heart of my argument is that it’s unethical for a business to meet its sales and profit projections while deliberately downplaying the danger of its product. No merchant should reap a financial bonanza while holding the marketplace in the dark re: his product’s inconsistent outcome and potential for permanently disabling an unwitting buyer. It is clear to fluoroquinolone antibiotic sufferers that we have been bamboozled, but it’s not a sure bet we can convince the shibboleths of society that every medical consumer is at risk before the misleading representations by unfettered pharmaceutical companies bent upon maximizing their profits. The metaphor of playing Russian roulette with one’s health is not appropriate: Every chamber in big pharma’s six-shooter is loaded with pharmaceutical bullets.
We swarmed our doctors’ offices with non life-threatening ailments and we exited the doctors’ offices as basket cases who subsequently bore ridicule and derisiveness for even suggesting that our doctors’ prescriptions turned non life-threatening into life-theatening.
What turns my crank is we must approach floxies-malaise as if we were trying to convince a skeptical public about the existence of the Lochness Monster or big foot. It’s preposterous that thousands of the floxed must point out big pharma’s hand in fluoroquinolone poisoning as if they were describing an invisible, but omnipresent graphitti-ist who defaces postal boxes around the country. Everyone has seen graphitti, but no-one can identify the culprit whose distinctive broad brush strokes sully rich neighborhoods and poor barrios alike. Based on the medical industry’s deafening silenence you’d think fluoroquinolone poisoning were a gauzy hoax about mythical unicorns, Wolfman or, say, flying saucers in H G Wells’ War of the Worlds. In order not to endanger its hundreds of millions in profits big pharma wraps itself in legal constructs about “limited liability” and buries flawed research trials in file cabinets marked “Eyes Only- trade secrets.”
Our society has become so complex that only large corporations have the umphf and technical know-how to advance their agendas on behalf of shareholders whose motivation is solely pecuniary gain.
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