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Sunday Reading List: 11/3

Hello, internet people.  Happy Sunday.  I'm sorry about my lack of blogging the past few weeks.  It's been a little crazy, but in a good way, around here.  It's time for another review of some of the latest enlightening healthcare-related news.

The New York Times has a great article about the soaring costs of asthma and allergy medications.  There are a few statistics in this one that might just tick you right off:  The Soaring Cost of a Simple Breath.


A new study finds that healthy people don't need to take vitamin D supplements to help with aging bones.  However, for those who live with autoimmune disorders, vitamin D levels are implicated in their development and symptoms.  So it remains an important discussion point for you and your doctor:  No Sign that Vitamin D Supplements Help Aging Bones.


Ah, Dr. Google.  If you tend to be a worrier, then looking online for medical information may not be the best strategy.  As I've said ad nauseum, the web is a great resource and is chalk full of great information and really really bad information:  Too Much Online Health Info May Worsen Worriers' Anxiety.


If you didn't hear about this one, it stirred up quite a bit of controversy and debate.  A woman outside of Fargo decided she would give notes to kids she deemed "modestly overweight" in lieu of candy on Halloween.  As a psychologist, I know that this type of shame-until-they-change-their-behavior approach doesn't work.  While I appreciate her concerns about childhood obesity, which has tripled in children and adolescents in the last 3 decades, her approach is misguided and kinda mean.  Woman to Give Obese Children Letters, No Candy.

Excuse my French.

Happy Sunday!

Best,
Dr. T

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