On the one hand, I feel sort of silly for being upset about the death of a celebrity. Yes, I was a fan of Heath Ledger (especially some of the earlier movies) but I was not a superfan, but I’m older than he was and the circumstances seem really strange. And familiar. I have been complaining lately about my sleepless nights, how my job stress has been weighing on me, and how I need to adjust things to get some sort of work-life equilibrium in place. Fortunately I have never resorted to drugs to do this, no sleeping pills, no anti-depressants or anti-anxiety potions. Until the cause of death is known more precisely, it is impossible to speculate on what role Ledger’s apparent stash of (legal, medically-prescribed) drugs had on his untimely demise. But it does remind me of a few things.
- Drugs are not the answer. Big pharma would try to convince you that there was a miracle pill for everything. It’s not true.
- It’s especially problematic to combine medications, especially if your doctor or pharmacist does not know. Drug interactions are a problem.
- Drugs don’t have the same affect on every body. The first time I heard the compound word, “pharmacogenomics” I wanted to hurl, but sadly they have a point. Sometimes drugs do funny things to one person’s body, and since drugs are tested and considered safe based on population studies, they are only safe on average.
- It really is possible to see a young person living alone just die and have to be discovered. It’s the “Bridget Jones fear of being eaten by Alsatians” or the “Miranda overfeeds her cat” problem.
I live alone; this last one is particularly sobering.
I have nothing more to say. It’s sad when someone dies at 28. It’s sad when someone leaves behind a two year old daughter. Life is precious, enjoy every minute you’re granted.