However, unlike in the mental health field, diseases of the body are not, as far as I know, created and re-created every few years by a group of professors who sit around a table with coffee cups and Reubens and think up seemingly endless new shape sorters for the fog called human suffering and then slap some new improved name destined to design new improved symptoms, year after year after year. The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, that bible brewed in mainly Manhattan, seems to have only a single fixed phenomenon, which is that for sure a revised edition will be created once the royalties on the current one run dry.
written by Lauren Slater