One of the great benefits of being an Open Salon member is the exposure one has to informed medical opinion. I learn a great deal on this site, about various illnesses and conditions and the therapies that treat them. Today was no exception.
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Anyway, tonight Dr. Wascher turned his attention to an issue that sometimes affects ladies of a certain age. His post Treatment of Hot Flashes Associated with Menopause details clinical drug trial results showing that the antidepressant Effexor and the blood pressure medication clonidine are effective in reducing the severity and frequency of hot flashes.
While I know this information may be of value to others, it has no direct relevance to me. But that doesn’t mean I’m not paying attention. In fact, I’m paying close attention. Because it turns out that the medicine that goes by the generic name “clonidine” is also known by the brand name “Dixarit”.
That’s right. Doctors prescribe this medicine for ladies of a certain age, who experience certain symptoms. Dixarit, for menopausal flushing. Dixarit. Say it with me, won’t you?
It seems Dixarit has been around since the 1960s. I can’t help imagining that one Friday afternoon, decades ago, some Madison Avenue worthy gathered his inferiors for a brainstorming session to come up with a brand name for a new drug. I can’t help imagining, also, that cocktails may have been consumed at that time.
“What’s the drug for?” asks a junior man with carefully slicked hair.
“Menopausal flushing,” says the man with the big office.
“What the heck is that?” asks a guy with a skinny tie.
“It’s a woman problem,” says the man with the big office, raising another martini to the sensuous lips on an (appropriately) flushed face.
“A woman problem?” says Slicked-Hair, grinning. “Well you know what women need, right?”
“I’ve been told I know exactly what women need,” says the man with the big office.
“Uneedabone!” ejaculates Skinny-Tie.
The man with the big office frowns. “Look, that’s a little bit funny, and I don’t mind crude. But maybe we can be a little more subtle and… a little more artful.”
“What if we did it in French?" countered Skinny-Tie. "We could call it 'Bone for woman'... Ospourfemme. That sounds classy."
“Americans don’t like foreign things, like foreign languages, and foreigners,” growls the man with the big office.
“I’ve got it!” says Slicked-Hair, wiping dribbled beverage off his lapel. “Dewminow!”
The man with the big office runs his hand through his hair and drains his glass. “You guys aren’t seeing the long view.”
He places his glass on the table with exaggerated care and rises slowly to his feet. He saunters to the big office window and looks out over the gleaming city. His underlings gaze in silence upon the back of a figure silhouetted against the white glare of a clouded afternoon.
“We have an opportunity to make a statement,” says the man with the big office, his words and breath bouncing off the pane. “We’ve been given the rare chance to say something that will echo through generations, every time a woman is told what to do about a woman problem.”
The big man turns to face his lessers, and leans against the glass. He pulls a crumpled pack from his pocket, and shakes out a cigarette. He fires his cigarette and squints through the smoke.
“The drug will be called Dixarit,” he says, smiling. “It’s all they need to know. And they’ll never forget it.”
Skinny-Tie and Slicked-Hair glance at each other, then back at the man with the big office. Once again, they’re reminded why he occupies the big office.
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