No De-tox Yet Available for Heroin Addicts?

In a report on NPR yesterday, a visitor complained that a man died trying to de-tox from Heroin with a list of re-hab centers next to him, all checked off. He had called for help, and no one came. The alternatives are apparently expensive re-hab centers and the emergency room. Why are we so slow at the obvious solutions, America? The Heroin-Oxy scam is our fault, and the same people who set this up are waiting for kickbacks from the re-hab centers. Twenty percent of this generation is presently at risk, apparently because we winked at foreign and domestic mobsters, while they set the whole thing up to fund their causes while softening America up at the same time. How is that for a conspiracy theory? Dolphins fishing, it is, go see how they do it. The oxy scandal is not the fault of these kids and these people. And if you expect me to believe that doctors are stupid enough to obver-prescribe oxy at such a rate and at such a risk, well, they clearly might be stupid enough to be pawns, but not smart enough to devise it. We’ve been snowed. But now it is time to limit the damages, and bind up our wounds. We want affordable de-tox centers with physicians to prescribe the correct drugs to ease these kids off the junk and bring some of them back from the edge of death. How can Congress even talk about the petty stuff they are talking about until this is done? Oh, I get how: “Campaign contributions.”

2 thoughts on “No De-tox Yet Available for Heroin Addicts?

  1. The following is written by Myia Blackwood:

    I have been a heroin addict for the past 7 years and I have tried every possible “solution” to detox. Getting clean is not something that is possible to do without help,considering heroin and opiate drugs are so readily available. I tried the emergency room, they sent me home after 2 hours with anti-nausea medication. I tried the emergency room for suicide (seeing as psychiatric hospitals are willing to detox their patients with drugs such as methadone, suboxone or subutex) but the doctor at the E.R. told me I was lying and they only had room for actual suicidal patients, no room for junkies who couldn’t afford their dope that day. Little did they know, I was suicidal every day. Living as a heroin addict is no life to live, and death became a not-so-scary option after a while. But, seeing as I lived my life on constant numbing agents and opiate drugs, I was too numb to be able to express my feelings to anyone at all, let alone a doctor who judged me for who I was the minute I walked through the door.
    There is a detox center I went to about 8 times during my addiction in Ann Arbor, MI called Spera, it was free, the waiting list averaged out to being about 5 days, which isn’t as long as most places but still not soon enough. The problem with Spera though is that it is an anti-medication based detox center, and as long as your vitals are checking out you’re forced to attend groups and meetings daily as you’re running back and forth to the bathroom puking your guts out. While we weren’t throwing up, most of us ended up on the back patio-area chain smoking and discussing our past drug use and glorifying all the great times we had higher than hell, chasing our constant addiction. They don’t have the means to keep their patients busy enough to keep the idea of using out of their head. Medication is needed to detox for most people, in my experience, but any medication-based treatment centers I have found are too expensive for any heroin addict to ever be able to afford unless they happen to have some long lost rich relative who they haven’t got around to tainting the relationship enough to be disowned.
    When I was 17 years old, when I caught my first legal charge, the state paid for me to go to a 30 day treatment program. While, considering the average addict goes to rehab 7 times before they get clean and stay clean, I relapsed not long after my first stint in treatment and every single time I called my local community mental health trying to get funding, it was impossible. I remember calling multiple times begging from the bottom of my heart for treatment or even just detox to get through withdrawal with help because I knew I couldn’t do it on my own, and I got denied every single time. I would beg the people on the phone, inform them that without help I will most definitely end up dead (like all of my friends who are less fortunate) but was denied since the state already funded me once, two, three, four years earlier.
    Jail was never an option because there was no treatment involved, and all jail does is lower your tolerance to the point where when you end up getting out and eventually using again, you will most likely overdose. Every time I was thrown in jail as a “solution” to my addiction according to the court, I relapsed as soon as I was back on the streets.
    There needs to be medicated detox centers available to EVERYONE. It’s heartbreaking that there’s not. Money shouldn’t be someones chance of a life. People who can afford treatment are not the only ones who deserve to survive. I’m sick of going to funerals. I’m sick of listening to my friends call me and beg me for a solution, because I honestly don’t have one. I got clean because I contracted endocarditis and destroyed my heart valve to the point where a two month hospital stay and open heart surgery was needed, and considering how sick I was, the hospital slowly detoxed me during my stay, which obviously isn’t an option for other addicts. I got lucky by getting sick, contracting sepsis, MRSA, endocarditis and almost dying multiple times because it got me clean. I read the N.A. book during my hospital stay and I convinced myself that I was finally ready to stay sober. Some people don’t have that chance. Most people die before they are ever ready. And the fact that most people look at us like we’re just dirty junkies and don’t bother to even try to care enough to help, is killing off our youth. I am somebody’s daughter, sister, friend, niece, and I am a human being who deserved help 7 years ago and was only lucky enough to survive. Help is needed, and it is not available. We have a generation of zombie-like adults, and people who are on the streets killing themselves more and more every day, praying to God for an answer, and never finding one. Something needs to be done. This isn’t fair.

    -Myia Blackwood

  2. Wow! I don’t even know what to say about Myia’s statement and experience. It’s such a sad situation to be in and no meaningful help is forthcoming. The truth is that America probably can’t bite too hard at the drug mob because it’s also possible that there are lot’s of cats in the mobster bag.

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