Yet another scam. I never trusted all of the drugs for depression, or the psychiatrists. In nursing school, all of our psychiatric instructors acted a little mentally disturbed. The final straw was when a psychiatrist saw my father in the hospital. My father had a stroke earlier in the year and was complaining of persistent perineal pain. He had surgery, which changed nothing re. the pain and the hospital was giving him Demerol for pain and compazine for nausea. He was hallucinating. I told the doctors to stop giving those two meds because that was the cause. The doctors deemed him “psychotic” and wanted to transfer him to the psych ward for ECT. I said absolutely not! I could only imagine the effect on the brain if they did that to a prior stroke victim. Surprisingly, they were ready the next day to discharge a patient who was deemed “psychotic” the previous day. I finally felt the source of his persistent pain was the area of the brain damaged by the stroke, referred pain sort of similar to an amputee feeling phantom pain. This woke me up partially to the need for a patient advocate with medical care. I saw it again with my mother, my son, and my husband. You must have someone to advocate for your family member in the hospital and doctor’s office. When you are sick and in pain, you tend to not think rationally. You must research every procedure and every medicine before you submit.