The Birds

Still fighting through this cold, but feeling quite a bit better than Tuesday. I've given myself both yesterday and this morning off from work to sleep in, but this morning I was woken up by insane amounts of noise. It seemed as if I was living through Alfred Hitchcock's 'The Birds' (which, by the way, terrified me when I saw it at the age of 12, but maybe I just scare easy?). Now, why the birds of St Andrews feel it necessary to plot world domination is beyond me, but they were certainly thinking about it this morning. Then again, maybe they've been reading my research, because when I read about 2 year olds getting prescribed stimulants and antidepressants I felt like maybe humanity should be wiped out, as well. Because really, how depressed or hyperactive can a 2 year old be, or at least outside any sort of normal range for that age group? The temperament and energy of preschoolers are all over the place, and they're not old enough to be able to really express or even understand what's going on with themselves anyway. And maybe there are a very small number of such young children that do have serious psychiatric problems, but giving them psychotropic drugs that will toy around with their undeveloped brain when effects of such treatment has hardly been studied in children seems slightly foolish, perhaps? I want to believe that medicine could potentially be the best option for these kids, but not before such medicine is proven safe and effective...troubling...

After only 2 1/2 weeks, I'm clearly getting deep into my research if I start imagining that the noisy birds outside my window are plotting the end of the world due to doctors prescribing children drugs...that or I've just been too hopped up on cold medicine...