When I was a youngster my parents bought me a pair of braces to hold up my new trousers. Of course these were 'Trousers to grow into' and without such support I would have been running around bare arsed. The braces were blue and had pictures of planets and rockets and, in the box, was a genuine ticket to the Moon.
I know, because it said so.
Somewhere in a landfill site, many many years ago...
Thursday, 11 February 2010
The placebo effect
Ben Goldacre, medical doctor, journalist and blogger at Bad Science, gives an easy-to-follow explanation of the placebo effect. He also touches on the ethical problems of using placebos as treatment.
I got into terrible trouble for using a placebo on a psychy patient in the mid 1990's.
She was a repetitive overdoser, taking excess of anything to seek attention and admission to the local DGH who were completely pissed off with her.
I persuaded the pharmacy to locate some old talcum powder placebo tablets, gave them a grand sounding name and sent her off with a supply. I told the local A+E, just in case, of my skullduggery. Damn me, she was taken to a different hospital after the inevitable O/D at a weekend who contacted the poisons unit at Guy's Hopsital for advice.
They of course hadn't a clue, and the phone bollocking I got from their senior officer on the Monday was probably justified. Heyho!
Psychological problems must often be difficult to aid and I cannot fault your decision to prescribe something harmless in that case. The reaction of the patient was a refection of a deeper problem, I guess.
The guys at Guy's must have been running in ever decreasing circle though :)
I got into terrible trouble for using a placebo on a psychy patient in the mid 1990's.
ReplyDeleteShe was a repetitive overdoser, taking excess of anything to seek attention and admission to the local DGH who were completely pissed off with her.
I persuaded the pharmacy to locate some old talcum powder placebo tablets, gave them a grand sounding name and sent her off with a supply. I told the local A+E, just in case, of my skullduggery. Damn me, she was taken to a different hospital after the inevitable O/D at a weekend who contacted the poisons unit at Guy's Hopsital for advice.
They of course hadn't a clue, and the phone bollocking I got from their senior officer on the Monday was probably justified. Heyho!
Psychological problems must often be difficult to aid and I cannot fault your decision to prescribe something harmless in that case. The reaction of the patient was a refection of a deeper problem, I guess.
ReplyDeleteThe guys at Guy's must have been running in ever decreasing circle though :)
By the venom of the bollocking, I think they had disappeared up their own backsides!
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