People,
People who need people,
Are the luckiest people in the world.
-Barbara Streisand
A memoir.
It is always the same old story. Fifty-five-year-old guy's stomach hurts. Goes to his regular doctor. His regular doctor sends him to a specialist, a gastroenterologist. The GI tells the guy, incorrectly, that he must cut out part of his colon and affix the remains to where they need to be. While in the hospital, guy develops other infections, naturally. His body reacts poorly to the invasion of germs and healthcare professionals and he begins to suffer mental paroxysms syncopated to his physical degeneration. Music.
Next thing we learn is that he is not mending as well as a patient should (or did the doctor just screw it up?). And he is not sleeping. Difficult to sleep in a hospital. Well, no sleep and a slow recovery from an unneeded operation tend to upset some people. His behavior was erratic, the diagnosis.
And, so, of course, if you follow the medical logic, he is sent to a psychiatric hospital where the doors are thick and automatically locked. He is now well medicated with a panoply of drugs…for his head. Minor ones, like Risperdal, Seroquel, Ativan, and others mixed into a concoction made to numb or erase his mind. By the way, his stomach no longer hurts.
His wife has no idea what to do, but neither did the doctors. What to do. What to do. She has her own personal issues, two little girls to raise, and a husband that is antithetical to what he was yesterday.
Doctors.
All he wants to do is to get out and return to his wife, his daughters, and his dog. Unfortunately, the doctors see it differently. He needs more drugs, lithium. Megadoses. He tries, from the restricted confines of the edifice for the insane, to get out. But everything goes wrong. Not an easily remediated situation.
Ends up that the doctors demand he stay doped up and hidden. Out of sight, out of mind. Heavens, how many other people have been caught in such a web?
And then we come to the part of the story that is inevitable and always incredible. The attempt to be rescued from this absurd, horrific, and yet human conundrum. Ya gotta call someone. Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters? Wrong. There is only one select group of humans that know just about everything there is to know about everything.
Lawyers. Attorneys. Esquires. Barristers. And let’s not forget the Holy magistrates, born with a silver jurisprudence degree in their mouth. These are today’s saints. The janitors of every single industry now in existence. These most moral people are also so high above ordinary limited intellectual capabilities that they must exist somewhere closer to the clouds than regular folk. Superheroes. Comic-con.
His wife has taken him from the asylum and in turn, the doctors refer him to the ultimate nuthouse, by way of subpoena, the US courtroom. Guy wants to get out, doctors want to keep him in and up his dosage of lithium. Do not argue with a psychiatrist. Control.
Prosecuting attorney feels that he is dangerous to himself and to the world, this manipulated man who had a colon problem a few months ago and no criminal record, that put him in both the current legal and 'mentally unstable' systems. No, he had never been violent, and he was not a threat. But the attorney made a successful argument against his freedom and the magistrate, the judge concurred. They decided that he be remanded to the institution and that his lithium intake is upped.
This one judge of the court (no jury in these type of cases), who never met the man, who maybe but not definitely read some of the defendant’s papers, decided, within an hour, the outcome of this poor guy's life. It is truly heroic how these legal minds soak in so much in minutes and adjudicate in the same amount of time. Boom…like that.
Turns out there is a correlation between lithium and mania. In fact, continued use of lithium causes manic behavior. More of the drug, more seizures. So, the guy suffers more. These doctors, these people of the court can sleep at night, which always amazes, while the condemned man continues to be unable to sleep (a symptom of the mania).
This is not highbrow literature, but…
It is an unsettling book. Feh.