Mistaken Identity

My mom, a doctor, often goes to medical conventions where she gets tons of free shit from all the big pharma outfits. She has promotional chotchkes galore --pens, notepads, mousepads, stress balls, clocks, & on & on--each labeled prominently with the names of drugs the companies hawk. I used a canvas bag emblazoned with the name Diflucan every so often to carry stuff until someone told me that the drug was used to treat yeast infections. But I do admit it was great fun toting my Viagra ball point pen around. Last week she gave me a USB port and an ultra-light portable mouse, both of which are a freebie score--so much more useful than a handful pens or a paperclip holder. So I was reading a blog by one of the Philadelphia Weekly writers about how a couple was suing a pharma company because their two sons committed suicide after taking Lexapro and the company never labeled suicide as a risk of taking the drug. Take a wild guess at which drug my mouse is advertising. Everyone in the office probably thinks I'm bipolar (which I guess is not beyond the realm of possibility.) I'm gonna keep using the mouse, it's oh-so-lovely and utile, but maybe I should get rid of the Valtrex paperweight (bwa ha.)