My first pregnant women on dope.
Tuesday 9 AM
Alo, Madalina, this is M... (the midwife) you have to go to HTP. There's a pregnant woman with a severe heroine withdrawal syndrome. 5 months. no follow up. Social status:disaster(no home, sex industry)..
Well, I'm in prison this morning so I cannot just leave like this. Then we have the ob-gyn staff. 3 consults and then I'll go.
No, you have to go now.
No, it will wait 'till 6 PM.
Tuesday 9.30 AM
Good morning, Madalina, here's L...(the psychiatrist) there's a woman at HTP. You have to go and see her ASAP.
F... you, I won't do what you tell me! As I've said, I'll be there at 6 PM, AFTER I finish my shift in prison and AFTER my consultations.
Tuesday 10.00 AM
Hello, Madalina, N.....on the line(chief nurse)
I've said 6 PM!!!
OK, could you at least give the ob-gyn some explanations on the phone.
NO, I cannot give directions without seeing the patient. What's wrong with you people!?!!!
Tuesday morning 10.30 AM
Hello Dr R this is the ob-gyn intern. May I ask you some questions??
What's the pb people, I'm working in prison, I have to see patients, how can I do this is everyone keeps calling me non stop??§!§§§
OK, do this and this and this...
Does she at least wants a substitution treatment?
Yes.
Okay I'll be there as soon as I can.
6 PM
I've met the patient.
I've went to see her every morning and evening before and after work.
12h working days.
After 4 months a healthy, beautiful, bundle of joy was burn.
Mme H respected our "deal" made in that hospital room at 7.00 PM.
I'll trust her and respect her as a patient and a human being. I'll help her find a home and have access to decent health care.
In exchange regular medical check ups, no drugs and no working on the streets. We shook hands and then I knew that we both have no returning.
No one believed in us. We've had to make it! Against all odds and misconceptions.
Because we were outcasts and we knew how much means an open heart and a smile.
She did it! She was shining with her baby in her arms.
And that day I've felt in love with my 3rd job: pregnancy and drugs!
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luni, 25 ianuarie 2016
duminică, 6 decembrie 2015
my patients 1
" Choose life. Choose a job.
Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television,
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin
openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a
three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose
DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on
that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing
fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it
all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an
embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to
replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I
want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?"
Trainspotting. Classic.
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?"
Trainspotting. Classic.
duminică, 29 noiembrie 2015
Morphine
Sur la Morphine
" C'est n'est pas "un état d'anxiété", c'est une morte lente qui s'empare du morphinomane pour peu qu'on le prive de sa morphine une heure ou deux. L'air lui fait défaut, il ne peut pas l'avalere...pas une cellule de son corps qui ne soit pas en manque... de quoi? Impossible à définir ou à expliquer. Bref, l'homme n'est plus. Il est déconnecté. Ce qui se meut, ce qui s'angoisse, ce qui souffre, c'est un cadavre. Il n'aspire et ni ne pense à rien d'autre qu'à la morphine.
La morphine!
Mourir de soif est un mort paradisiaque, bienheureuse, comparée à la soif de morphine. C'est ainsi, sans doute, qu'un enterré vivant s'efforce d'attraper les dérisoires dernières bulles d'air de son cercueil et se lacère la poitrine avec les ongles. C'est ainsi qu'un hérétique gémit et se débat sur le bûcher lorsque les premières flames lui léchent les pieds... La mort, une mort à sec, à petit feu ..."
Mikhail Bulgakov, "MORPHINE"
Pentru ca Bulgakov este in topul meu 10.
Pentru ca addictia nu este o probleme de vointa.
Pentru ca addictia te face sa zbori, te ajuta sa traiesti dar te si ingroapa de viu.
Pentru ca oamenii astia sunt oameni speciali.
Pentru ca au nevoie sa fie intelesi, sprijiniti si vazuti.
Pentru ca oamenii astia sunt tot ceea ce este ascuns in noi!
Din punct de vedere muzical cred ca this deep amazing voice sounds a lot like morphine. Mark Sandman died in 1999, infarct.
" C'est n'est pas "un état d'anxiété", c'est une morte lente qui s'empare du morphinomane pour peu qu'on le prive de sa morphine une heure ou deux. L'air lui fait défaut, il ne peut pas l'avalere...pas une cellule de son corps qui ne soit pas en manque... de quoi? Impossible à définir ou à expliquer. Bref, l'homme n'est plus. Il est déconnecté. Ce qui se meut, ce qui s'angoisse, ce qui souffre, c'est un cadavre. Il n'aspire et ni ne pense à rien d'autre qu'à la morphine.
La morphine!
Mourir de soif est un mort paradisiaque, bienheureuse, comparée à la soif de morphine. C'est ainsi, sans doute, qu'un enterré vivant s'efforce d'attraper les dérisoires dernières bulles d'air de son cercueil et se lacère la poitrine avec les ongles. C'est ainsi qu'un hérétique gémit et se débat sur le bûcher lorsque les premières flames lui léchent les pieds... La mort, une mort à sec, à petit feu ..."
Mikhail Bulgakov, "MORPHINE"
Pentru ca Bulgakov este in topul meu 10.
Pentru ca addictia nu este o probleme de vointa.
Pentru ca addictia te face sa zbori, te ajuta sa traiesti dar te si ingroapa de viu.
Pentru ca oamenii astia sunt oameni speciali.
Pentru ca au nevoie sa fie intelesi, sprijiniti si vazuti.
Pentru ca oamenii astia sunt tot ceea ce este ascuns in noi!
Din punct de vedere muzical cred ca this deep amazing voice sounds a lot like morphine. Mark Sandman died in 1999, infarct.
sâmbătă, 4 mai 2013
de ce imi plac mie drogatii
Sau, mai polyticaly correct spus de ce imi place mie sa lucrez cu pacientii care au o addictie ( dependenta de ceva). Pentru ca sunt fucked up and I think I can fix them...asta cred unii. Ei bine, nu. Pentru ca eu nu cred ca trebuie sa ii vindec. I ain't Jesus and I can't walk on water. And I cannot heal people either.
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Pentru ca imi place sa incerc sa inteleg mecanismul prin care s-a ajuns la addictia respectiva. What was it that pulled the trigger? Imi place sa ii ascult ( and God knows that it ain't easy all the time !), sa le vorbesc, sa ii incurajez, sa ii pun in garda vis a vis de toate complicatiile somatice care pot aparea ( and they are a lot and they are not easy to take care of), sa ii acompaniez in iadul lor si sa le arat ca there is a way to leave it all behind.
People tell all the time : " Look : a junkie! F***** piece of shit! It's all his fault! He shouldn't have drunk/took drugs in the first place, nobody obliged him!"
I tell to 'em : " But aren't you a fuckin' junky also? Like addicted to work, money, social insurance, nice clothes, make up, fast cars, sex or just being loved, your wife/husband, babies, cigarettes, social recognition, God, social acceptation, raw eating, shopping, cleaning, TV, computer, internet, mobile phone...so f*** off jerk! Stop bitching about others and just clean your own mess!"
But we are so good at judging others! It makes us feel better about our lives, about our own lies and compromises.
But we are clean, at least, right? Eu sunt cel mai bland si bun!
Eh uite ca tu nu stii ignorantule/ignoranto ca poate omul ala a fost violat ani la rand de catre mama/tatal sau, ca omului asta i s-a spus in copilarie ca e un cacat, ca omul asta e un timid iremediabil, ca omul asta are probleme psihiatrice grave, ca omul asta a pierdut TOTUL si doarme in strada, ca e multumit cand afara nu ninge/ploua, ca nu se poate uita in ochii altora, ca ii e rusine, ca e privit zilnic ca o lepra a societatii, ca nu a mancat de o saptamana, ca unii oameni se nasc din start fara nici o sansa ( da, da, exista si asa ceva ignorant mic!).
DA, sunt si mitomani, sunt si oameni care au facut totul sa ca nu reuseasca dar what about the others?
Am cunoscut fete violate ani la rand de ' tatii lor', necrezute si batute de mamalele dependente de tati 'pentru minciuna' care au descoperit ca lumea e un loc mai bun in spatele unui nor de THC sau in spatele unui shot de hero. Coca era singura lor prietena. In cartierul numai looserii invatau, in familie carti nu se citeau si TV domnea! Cand esti de partea cealalta a zidului, cum faci, ce faci ca sa iti fie tie bine? Apoi totul degenereaza. Initial hero e gratis, apoi pe bani/sex/obiecte de valoare. Scapi de tata si dai de un peste. Nu ai scoala si nu ai nici o retea de sustinere! De fapt, am putea zice ca nimeni nu stie ca tu existi!
La asta nu te-ai gandit nu? Cand treceai mandru in BMW ul tau/cu familia ta/ cu burgerul sau shaorma sub nas/ cu copilul imbracat dupa ultimul racnet.
So please just define your f***** necessities and STOP JUDGING OTHERS!
Because most of the time you're not better than them.
Just clean your own trash and let others try to clean their own when they are ready to do it!4
So, yes, I stand by their side, I will fight with them 'till the end. 'cause we all have demons, I sure appreciated my friends and family being there for me when I needed help!
The road is bumpy, o sa aiba recaderi, o sa revina, o sa aiba perioade mai bune. Dar o sa stie ca cineva e acolo, gata sa ii asculte si sa incerce sa ii ajute.
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Pentru ca imi place sa incerc sa inteleg mecanismul prin care s-a ajuns la addictia respectiva. What was it that pulled the trigger? Imi place sa ii ascult ( and God knows that it ain't easy all the time !), sa le vorbesc, sa ii incurajez, sa ii pun in garda vis a vis de toate complicatiile somatice care pot aparea ( and they are a lot and they are not easy to take care of), sa ii acompaniez in iadul lor si sa le arat ca there is a way to leave it all behind.
People tell all the time : " Look : a junkie! F***** piece of shit! It's all his fault! He shouldn't have drunk/took drugs in the first place, nobody obliged him!"
I tell to 'em : " But aren't you a fuckin' junky also? Like addicted to work, money, social insurance, nice clothes, make up, fast cars, sex or just being loved, your wife/husband, babies, cigarettes, social recognition, God, social acceptation, raw eating, shopping, cleaning, TV, computer, internet, mobile phone...so f*** off jerk! Stop bitching about others and just clean your own mess!"
But we are so good at judging others! It makes us feel better about our lives, about our own lies and compromises.
But we are clean, at least, right? Eu sunt cel mai bland si bun!
Eh uite ca tu nu stii ignorantule/ignoranto ca poate omul ala a fost violat ani la rand de catre mama/tatal sau, ca omului asta i s-a spus in copilarie ca e un cacat, ca omul asta e un timid iremediabil, ca omul asta are probleme psihiatrice grave, ca omul asta a pierdut TOTUL si doarme in strada, ca e multumit cand afara nu ninge/ploua, ca nu se poate uita in ochii altora, ca ii e rusine, ca e privit zilnic ca o lepra a societatii, ca nu a mancat de o saptamana, ca unii oameni se nasc din start fara nici o sansa ( da, da, exista si asa ceva ignorant mic!).
DA, sunt si mitomani, sunt si oameni care au facut totul sa ca nu reuseasca dar what about the others?
Am cunoscut fete violate ani la rand de ' tatii lor', necrezute si batute de mamalele dependente de tati 'pentru minciuna' care au descoperit ca lumea e un loc mai bun in spatele unui nor de THC sau in spatele unui shot de hero. Coca era singura lor prietena. In cartierul numai looserii invatau, in familie carti nu se citeau si TV domnea! Cand esti de partea cealalta a zidului, cum faci, ce faci ca sa iti fie tie bine? Apoi totul degenereaza. Initial hero e gratis, apoi pe bani/sex/obiecte de valoare. Scapi de tata si dai de un peste. Nu ai scoala si nu ai nici o retea de sustinere! De fapt, am putea zice ca nimeni nu stie ca tu existi!
La asta nu te-ai gandit nu? Cand treceai mandru in BMW ul tau/cu familia ta/ cu burgerul sau shaorma sub nas/ cu copilul imbracat dupa ultimul racnet.
So please just define your f***** necessities and STOP JUDGING OTHERS!
Because most of the time you're not better than them.
Just clean your own trash and let others try to clean their own when they are ready to do it!4
So, yes, I stand by their side, I will fight with them 'till the end. 'cause we all have demons, I sure appreciated my friends and family being there for me when I needed help!
The road is bumpy, o sa aiba recaderi, o sa revina, o sa aiba perioade mai bune. Dar o sa stie ca cineva e acolo, gata sa ii asculte si sa incerce sa ii ajute.
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