Todd comes home from work and presents me with a delicious chocolate upon chocolate cookie extravaganza. My eyes go big.
"Where did you get this?" I gasp. Me loves me some chocolate.
My husband, the pharmacist, looks sheepish.
"You don't want to know." He mumbles.
Sucking in my breath, I can't believe it. He actually brought me a goodie provided by a drug rep from a pharmeceutical company? What is wrong with him? Seriously?
For those who don't know...reps from Big Pharma are all over just about every department in every hospital in every city, bringing not only gadgets, pads of paper with their logo, travel mugs, pens, etc., but also lunch, dinner and other snacks(overworked hospital staff love when reps come with food) in an effort to push their products. And this is just the tip of the ice berg. You would keel over if you knew the "perks" many doctors receive from Big Pharma.
I march over to the stainless steel trash bin in the kitchen and drop the "offensive as a turd" cookie in.
In the spirit of the above exchange, I offer you the following amazing post , which depicts the autism epidemic, in a nut shell.
And HT? Dearheart. Thank you for thinking of me, but....
I don't want it in our house.
Not a pen. Not a mouse pad. Not a knife. Not a CD. Not a water bottle. Not a library bag. Not a travel mug. Not a throw blanket. Not tickets to anything. Not a magnet for the fridge.
Not even...a chocolatey chocolate cookie.