Chapter 47 ridiculous pill

I worked for several years in the publicity department at Warner Bros. Pictures in California, and it was a pleasant experience.As a columnist and freelance writer, I write articles for newspapers and magazines covering what's happening with Warner Bros. stars. One day I was suddenly promoted to the deputy director of the Propaganda Department, and was awarded a very attractive title: administrative assistant. This new role gave me a large office, a refrigerator, two secretaries, and direct command of 75 copywriters, developers, and radio crews.I felt pretty good about myself and immediately bought a new suit to give me a new look.I tried to speak in a dignified tone, to give orders with great authority, and to eat more hurriedly.

I seem to feel that the entire public relations policy of Warner Corporation is entrusted to my shoulders, and I even think that some of the company's big stars such as Edward Robinson, Kitty Davis, James Cagney, etc. are all on my shoulders. palm. But within a month, I felt that I had a stomach ulcer and even suspected that I had cancer. At that time, I had another important job, which was to serve as the chairman of the planning group of the Screen Publicity Steering Committee.I absolutely love this job and it's great to meet up with old friends at mentoring sessions.But those gatherings turned out to be my worst fears.After each meeting, I always feel so sick that I have to stop halfway to pull myself together.I have a lot of work to do and time is very limited.These are so important, and I can't do them happily.

I have always been honest, I always feel a heavy mental burden, often troubled by insomnia, losing weight day by day, and becoming more and more emaciated. An advertising partner referred me to a well-known physician who had treated similar conditions for many advertisers.The doctor was reticent and only asked to tell him where the pain was and what he was doing, and seemed more interested in my work than in the symptoms.For two weeks in a row, he did various checks for me every day.In the final assessment of the results, he leaned back in his chair, handed me a cigarette, and said, "Mr. Shipp, we've done all sorts of tests, although since the first day we checked you , I know you don't have a stomach ulcer, but these tests are absolutely necessary. But I know that your personality and the job you're doing makes it impossible for you to trust me unless I have enough evidence to say so. Now let me tell you the real result."

So, he cited various inspection charts and X-ray test results, and explained to me in detail. The doctor said: "It may cost you money, but I think it's worth it. My prescription for you is: don't worry." I was about to yell, but he stopped me: "Listen carefully, I know you can't do it right away. Use this recipe, so you're prescribed some other pills, which contain acanthus. You take as much as you want, and then prescribe when you're done. It keeps you light." "Remember, you don't have to take these medicines. If you can get rid of your worries, everything will be fine." "If you start to worry again, please come here by all means, then I can hit you again. Do you want to?"

The doctor's words helped, but I didn't stop worrying right away.I took those pills for weeks on end, and whenever I felt bothered, I swallowed a few pills and felt better. But I feel really silly taking these drugs.I'm mature, almost as tall as President Lincoln, and weigh two hundred pounds, and I'm taking the little white pill to keep it easy.I felt like I was behaving like a hysterical woman. When friends asked me why I was taking those pills, I was ashamed to tell them the truth.By and by I began to laugh at myself, saying to myself, "Hey, Chip, you're behaving like a fool. You think too highly of yourself, of your little career. Kitty Davies, Edward Robinson were world famous movie stars long before you started their propaganda, even if you suddenly died, Warner and those stars still exist. You see, Eisenhower, Marshall, MacArthur, who was in the world wars, didn't take pills. You have to swallow those little white pills to keep your stomach calm and do your job."

I started taking pride in not taking those pills.Before long, I was throwing those pills down the toilet and coming home on time every night, taking a nap, and eating dinner.Gradually, I returned to a normal life and never went to the doctor again. I feel ashamed of this doctor. Compared with the high cost of the diagnosis, the way he taught me how to relax and eliminate worries can be said to be priceless.What I think was really brilliant about him was that he didn't laugh at me in the first place, or tell me that there was actually nothing to worry about.He gave me a little box of pills, and he knew (and now I do) that it wasn't those ridiculous little pills that cured me, but myself.