Posted on 10/14/2019 10:45:03 AM PDT by BenLurkin
In the 1950s, researchers stumbled upon a new class of drugs that provided relief for those suffering from schizophrenia. These drugs were known as antipsychotics and, as the name suggests, they reduced symptoms like hallucinations and delusions primarily by reducing the levels of dopamine in the brain. This led clinicians and scientists to argue that dopamine was linked to the experiences of psychotic symptoms, and a concerted research effort ensued, seeking to solve the puzzle of why excess dopamine might produce hallucinations.
Although it was later shown that increasing dopamine could produce hallucinations, establishing a consistent link between them, it has not been clear why.
They achieved this by taking advantage of a simple fact: Your brain is lazy. It makes shortcuts to understand the deluge of information that bombards it daily. If youre presented with consistent information, consistently, your brain adjust its expectations of reality in turn. This is the basis of Bayesian theories of how we perceive the world that is, the brain makes inferences about the world around us based on statistics and probabilities on what is likely to occur.
[I]ncreasing dopamine made it more difficult for participants to adjust their perception an effect comparable to how the hallucinators had struggled. Moreover, the extent to which participants struggled was strongly associated with the severity of hallucinations but not with any diagnosis of schizophrenia. In other words, the difficulty appeared to be associated with a symptom, not a diagnosis.
Using brain imaging, the researchers also showed that an increased capacity for dopamine release, from a part of the brain known as the striatum (an area involved in schizophrenia), was associated with the severity of hallucinations. Together, these experiments showed that excess dopamine was associated with difficulty in accurately predicting reality.
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Not from my POV. I just get busy in the afternoons.
Mrs. ArGee and I will celebrate 38 years next month if we make it that long.
Every change brings new things to work through. I think the hardest one for her right now is the only child who keeps in contact with us moving 6 hours away instead of 10 minutes.
Good morning. Happy Tuesday. Another day another ...
Well, I’m not exactly sure, but it’s never enough.
Happy Tuesday to you as well!
There’s never enough of anything for anything, so life seems to be rather one-sided.
Even a lotta years after my kids have left home, I find that they still need me, if nothing else than to hold my hand in the scary parts of life. Sometimes, its only a virtual hand-holding. But still... I’m here. I don’t turn my phone off at night because I never know when one of them will need my hand or my voice.
I was gathering wool again. That bothers me. A lot.
Now, however, I think I’ll watch some Harry Potter and marvel over the fitting descriptions, clever spells and wonderful special effects. I’ve gone through all off the DVDs I got, so at 1000 I’ll take these DVD’s back. I asked for a couple of my favorite British comedies, this time. “Are You Being Served?” and “Keeping Up Appearances.” Those ought to boost my flagging spirits!
Rainy days depress me so. :o[
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Always Another Morning
Always another morning will come along your way,
Another opening paragraph, to start a brand-new day.
They come along like clockwork, a tic to match your track,
Always another morning, youll have to watch your back.
Each morning pairs with evenings, to even up your day,
Just when you think youve lost it, another comes your way.
But at the very start of it, you missed it as you stepped,
Arriving in the middle, from the place in which you slept.
Your birthday had a morning; you came inside the bounds,
And filled the day up with your smiles, and with your many sounds.
Then followed many life-events, and many days of sun,
All finished nicely as they went, when each days work was done.
And every time you went to bed, you knew it would be true,
Another morning would arrive, another gift to you.
You started counting on these things, and if your countings true,
Youll find that every morning has a finish to it too.
Analysis may prove to you that things must have an end,
However far and straight your path it will come to a bend.
And where your life goes with such twists no one can comprehend.
For now we will accept the gifts with brightness that descend,
Always another morning, til the count comes to its end.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . July 31, 2014
Is this supposed to be "tack?" If not, I'll mind my own beeswax...
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Thank you.
Hi, y’all.
Thank you, Bob.
Greetings and hallucinations!
How are you doing today?
As long as they weren’t manufactured in China, you should be OK.
Dwindling, thank you. (Paying bills today.)
Yes, I know the dwindling feeling. It often accompanies that sinking feeling — the one you get when you realize a little more dwindled than you wanted it to.
Hang tough! My mother used to say, “What’re expenses? I’ve got plenty of ‘em!”
D’afternoon. I just took Pat to school. Now we have a couple of hours before it’s time to leave for Kathleen’s riding lesson.
Vlad is going to bake a cake. Then I’ll cook some sausages, because there won’t be another opportunity before suppertime, unless That Other Driver turns up before 2:30 ready to drive Kathleen to the stable.
Since I had nothing to watch (fingers crossed behind my back) I went to the library and got five more DVDs that I had requested online. I decided to try that and see if the mistake level could drop. Surprise, surprise. They were all ready for me, including the ones I requested this morning.
I had watched the first Harry Potter and it was tense enough for me to find excuses to stop it and walk away for a few minutes. I had forgotten how really well those movies were made!
Somehow, I missed Series 23 of “Midsomer Murders,” so I will have to request it for the next batch. But I did get the two favorite British comedies I wanted. The librarian told me they used “Are You Being Served” as the setting for “12th Night” in college. Somehow, I think it must have been a funny production.
I want some cake. I made one two weeks ago, but as usual, I had to give a good portion of it away. If I make it in the future, I think I’ll use disposable 8” pans and freeze one until I get the urge for cake again. Which I don’t need, and will have to make from scratch, once I start on the keto diet. Almond flour instead of wheat flour.
The cake is done. I’ll put frosting on it later.
The "tic" involved is a periodic interval marking one side of the track you're on. Like a ball rolling down a chute.
"Tack" wouldn't have been any more appropriate. It's a very mixed metaphor, but it suits our royal pleasure.
I wonder if it could work?
https://babylonbee.com/news/in-genius-move-trump-supports-impeachment-forcing-democrats-to-oppose-it
Maybe worth a shot?
He could come out against staying at Trump resorts while he’s at it.
Thanks for the correction. And if it suits your royal pleasure, then, by all means, use it royally, well and pleasurably!
Some days, my brain doesn’t function properly. And I really do like learning new things. So thanks for helping me learn something new. :o])
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