Optimism Injections

It was recently reported in the US that most chicken farmers will stop injecting their chickens,
our food supply,
with hormones, isn't that nice?
I thought so too,
before I corrected myself with some sanity-how long have they been doing this?
How much hormones and from where and whose or from what and why?
I remember hearing something about milk a few years ago,
which didn't concern me too much at the time being allergic to milk myself as a child
I never liked the liquid chalk,
but it was said that the hormones they inject into the cows was trickling down into our milk supply-another brilliant discovery! Not mad cow disease they said but have you ever come across a Bessie that had raging hormones? Sounds like a mad cow to me.
Furthermore,
that this additive process was resulting in girls crossing the threshold of puberty earlier, great.
My daughter is, or was, a milk monger as a baby and at 14 she is the only one of her friends not at the period party yet, or rather hasn't joined the menstrual martyr's club. So much for that false alarm.
Still, there is cause for concern when the general public,
who has become freely and wildly organically unlinked from their food chain
and can only follow the breadcrumbs to the local whole foods grocery store,
will eat anything in a convenient pretty packaging and believe,
with the ultimate confidence in our FDA,
knowing with ultimate trust in our government safety regulators that all ingredients are included,
as stated on the newly required label.
It's not lying if you neglect to mention, right? Errors and omissions are pardonable.
Then there are these super-bugs going around which are not like killer bees, or like bugs with capes, Super-Bug-that is the viral epidemic word choice for unknown germs resistant to our own human 'super powers' and must be demolished!
Except we actually created them.
And continue to grow them;
every time a child is given antibiotics when it's not necessary,
every doctor that is visited for a cough or headache,
every Prilosec and Viagra commercial-
we give birth to a new bug. Congratulations!
Let us not forget that the boy who cried wolf was a great storyteller who also liked attention more than the truth, he ended up dead and alone, if that was the moral of the story, why do we have so many medicines?
Are we not the fittest of the species anymore?
Athletes get cortisone shots if they have had injuries, it takes the pain away, now they also use cock's comb too, which is all natural right? Birdbrain.
My step-dad used to offer his assistance when I got hurt to ease my pain,
informing me that he'd make that pain go away-
implying by hurting something else worse, he could eradicate it and multiply it, not knowing where it all started so we just keep hurting each other,
to ease the pain.
We should reconsider this approach as not so primitive, perhaps
you need your Ambien because you can't sleep, it's too loud outside-
but you don't live in a war zone-wake-up!
Who cares if anyone has frown lines anymore, don't worry, don't be happy, who cares.
It's sometimes hard to tell the difference between the flesh and bone type of humans
to their mannequin, plastic counterparts,
after a dip in the fountain of youth there's a certain tight shine, oh yes, it's Botox,
forget checking the Rolex, time just ran backward, past the liver spots over those thin crepe paper gloves.
Aging isn't the enemy,
pain isn't the enemy,
getting sick isn't a terrorist assault,
a rainy day is not an excuse for suicide,
getting lost should not be scary,
taking a walk on the wild side should be required exercise,
and if we could all take Optimism shots,
or Immunize for Hypochondria
and prescribe pink glasses for Myopia
we will likely live a lot longer-or see past our own nose
then again,
death doesn't seem like the worst outcome after all...
if you can't tell, I already had my injection.




Image by By Creator:Mary Young Hunter, c. 1901 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.