Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

My life in a lunatic asylum

After a while I forgot what the bounds of normal behaviour were

‘I can vouch for the fact that one gets to enjoy the wider parameters to be found in a psychiatric ward’. Credit: Allstar Picture Library Limited. / Alamy Stock Photo 
issue 11 March 2023

I can see why rock stars and other impetuous celebrity types accidentally top themselves with drug cocktails. When you are spaced out on medicaments it’s easy to forget what you have or haven’t taken. A month ago I was prescribed a dose of corticosteroids to see off a chest infection: 60mg a day for four days. Apparently, it’s a big dose. Nurse Catriona says it’s the largest she’s seen. (She was a practice nurse for donkey’s years.) For some folk corticosteroids have a similar effect on the mind as coke. Which means, in my case, I become chatty, overconfident and overassertive, occasionally tipping over into aggressiveness and paranoia. In his palmy student days, the oncologist told me, rubbing his hands together inside his groin and giggling like a girl, he and his classmates definitely noticed this effect.

I was sacked during my third year for ‘throwing human excrement at members of the public’

From the village pharmacy I received a handsome box of the corticosteroid prednisolone in a hessian carrier bag.

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