196 // New Drugs For Depression

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If anyone hasn’t heard of the life-giving infant liquid pain relief product ‘Calpol’, then I don’t really need to explain it, because I just did. Sat right between Sunny D and Turkey Twizzlers, Calpol was a staple in the diet of every 90s child between the ages 5 and 10. Growing up I learned that it was in fact a medicine, but during childhood I just thought it was a gift from the gods as recompense for being sick.

This spoon fed syrupy sugary goodness was a reason to be sick. It was the silver lining. I looked forward to getting sick, not because I’d have a couple of days of school, but because I’d have Calpol in my life once more. And so what if it has rather dubious amounts of E numbers, which have been banned in many countries around the world, and so what if it was laced with so much sugar your flu was replaced with diabetes, and so what if it has gone through numerous product recalls. I loved it.

The major task as a kid was to try to get more than 2 teaspoons of Calpol. As it was a medicine it was therefore bound by strict regulations on consumption, and 2 teaspoons per 4 hours seemed to be the maximum dosage allowed. It wasn’t enough, I was only sick once, maybe, twice per year, 2 teaspoons wasn’t enough to do me for a year, I needed a hit, just one more hit. Please!

I had my first dose of Calpol on Thursday and Friday; flying over to the UK to spend time with my Mum and Dad. Then today, the rarest of rare events occurred, the bonus Calpol dose that I’d been longing for arrived in the form of a family friend* member. He came down from Scotland and we all hung out together, you could say it was a Calpolian equinox. It was the second dose and the final blow to a flagging mental illness. These are the times that the illness wishes it chose someone else.

The bonus upon the bonus was the ease in which everyone was talking about their mental health, just as they would their physical health. It wasn’t a big and scary elephant in the room that everyone hides and avoids. It was no more than; a fever, a cold, or the flu, it was nothing that a bit of Calpol couldn’t sort out anyway.

Paul Green

*Technically not blood related but ‘friend’ doesn’t do it justice.

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18 Comments

  1. Anonymous

    Paul as always I am immensely proud of you and I concur with the crux of your blog, I would be so bold as to state that the ‘cure’ for all (mental) ill’s is aside from love, care and compassion is openness without judgement. The strength gained from such conversations is tantamount to Samsons’*. . . Thus said, there’s No denying that Delilah is lurking around some dark, dank corner but her power to penetrate your psyche demishes by the day.
    Long live free speech (on depression, anxiety etc) The power lies within, set your self free!

    NB. Warning, said free speech should be aired with caution if ; the
    company you keep are immature, judgemental or just plain ignorant people as results cannot be guaranteed. Moral of the story? Choose your friends/audience with a degree of common sense.
    Ps. In case of an emergency seek medical advice without delay.

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  2. intenttowin

    I have never heard of this drug before. . But I do know dimatapp from some of the comments but I never could take it because it made my heart race so bad I thought it would jump out of my chest and I would surely die.

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