Like Taking Poison

There is a tendency among the elderly to forget to take their medication, or to take “too much of a good thing.” Emergency rooms across the nation have admitted aged men and women with symptoms of toxemia; related to the accidental overdose of prescription medication.  

Among the four pet pooches I have owned over the course of sixty years, two were Shih Tzu’s; a breed notorious for allergies. While my current Shih Tzu, “Queenie,” (thankfully) escaped those awful itches, “Buddy,” a dear little canine companion who lived with us for ten years, experienced the condition in the worst way.

And as it is with human beings, it is impossible for an animal afflicted with allergies to survive and thrive without the administration of prescription drugs. No doubt, our Buddy would have scratched her eyes out without the copious use of steroidals. Unfortunately, over time, the toxicity in her (yes, Buddy was a her) bloodstream and liver increased to levels inconsistent with life, and she sickened and left us literally overnight.

In the decade since that bless-ed animal has been gone, I have often mused that we were forced to give her poison to stay alive.

I think sometimes people figuratively overdose on the poison of bitterness.

They have been used and abused by parents, friends or strangers, and regularly entertain the ghosts of the past.

Almost like the self-administration of poison.


Allowing bitterness to seethe within them, thinking that somehow contempt for another human being is a natural part and parcel of life; when all the while the culprit may have long since forgotten the incident, or behavior pattern, or gone on to their eternal reward.
 

By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary" Vol. 15. Copyright Volumes 1-15.

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