Sure will
I feel honored u responded with your longest post in your madjacks history. Thanks!
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Sure will
I feel honored u responded with your longest post in your madjacks history. Thanks!
I usually keep bottled water in the freezer and pass them out to the homeless out here during the summer....I NEVER give money but do buy 10 dollar gift cards to Subway and pass them out when I feel it is warranted.....
Unfortunately my daughter is one of these homeless people now as a heroin addiction has taken over her life....haven't seen her in a week....
so sorry, man. Like I said, I still have a big heart for them. I think I'm going to do it when the opportunity arises. I hope she at some point comes around. That Heroin is so bad now.
Back to work:
We are working in a large inner city hospital. Specifically, our unit focuses on orthopedics, surgical cases, and trauma. We work 12 hour shifts at night, and we will be working a substantial amount of overtime. Im taking a small break, and I have been very busy, but nothing really cool has happened tonight. I'll type out a story from the past.
Jennifer is my patient in room 3. She is blonde, 5'10", a former high school standout in volleyball, and she is 28. Her room smells like roadkill, so I have to wear a mask. Her lower leg and foot is all bandaged and oozing through a yellow and brown drainage. Here is her story as she told me.
She was involved in a car accident at age 21. This resulted in a back injury that was not surgical but caused her tremendous pain. She became addicted to Hydrocodone. She missed an appointment at her pain clinic when she was 23, and the pain clinic dismissed her (this truly does happen with the pain clinic/narcotic health care system; I hear horror stories often). She started going through withdrawals and became desperate. One of her friends introduced her to a street dealer who provided her free Hydrocodone. The dealer didn't give them to her for long and required favors of her. She obliged out of her desperation. She then tried some heroin he provided, and at that point she was hooked. Her habit became larger, and she became more desperate. She started selling her body to support her habit.
She ended up moving to Las Vegas with her dealer/boyfriend/pimp. Her habit continued to escalate. She had a baby that was born addicted and taken from her. She became depressed but still hooked.
In October of 2014 in year 5 of her habit, she came home to find her stash missing. She knew it was probably the neighbor who had a key but was not trustworthy. The neighbor wouldn't open the door, so in her anger and drug-lust, she decided to kick through the window. When she brought her foot back, her Achilles Tendon was shredded by the broken glass.
Her hospitalization required surgery, a 2 day stay in the hospital where her need for drugs was quenched and probably worsened by the prescribed Dilaudid, and instructions to return to the surgeon in one week for a dressing change and wound evaluation. She never went for her follow-up, and now she is in room 3 with me. She said to me, "I didn't want to come in, but my leg smelled so bad I couldn't get any customers." So very sad...
I tried to reassure her, I made a social work consult, I offered her programs, a safe living space, and drug rehab. I did everything I knew to do, but essentially in my job role, I'm pretty helpless when it comes to these matters. The surgeon came in and offered her extensive long term care with a good prognosis if she did her part and followed thru with care. The second option was amputation. She thought for a few minutes and said, "cut the fucker off! I have to make my money".
Her leg below the knee was amputated the next day. She left 2 days later with her same pimp/boyfriend/dealer. I couldn't help her.
2 months later, I had another prostitute. I spoke with her at length too, and she lived in the same area as Jennifer. In our discussion Jennifer came up, and my new patient told me she was turning tricks out of her wheelchair. I'll never forget this, and there are many similar sad stories. I often feel helpless even though I try my hardest to make a difference.
We are working in a large inner city hospital. Specifically, our unit focuses on orthopedics, surgical cases, and trauma. We work 12 hour shifts at night, and we will be working a substantial amount of overtime. Im taking a small break, and I have been very busy, but nothing really cool has happened tonight. I'll type out a story from the past.
Jennifer is my patient in room 3. She is blonde, 5'10", a former high school standout in volleyball, and she is 28. Her room smells like roadkill, so I have to wear a mask. Her lower leg and foot is all bandaged and oozing through a yellow and brown drainage. Here is her story as she told me.
She was involved in a car accident at age 21. This resulted in a back injury that was not surgical but caused her tremendous pain. She became addicted to Hydrocodone. She missed an appointment at her pain clinic when she was 23, and the pain clinic dismissed her (this truly does happen with the pain clinic/narcotic health care system; I hear horror stories often). She started going through withdrawals and became desperate. One of her friends introduced her to a street dealer who provided her free Hydrocodone. The dealer didn't give them to her for long and required favors of her. She obliged out of her desperation. She then tried some heroin he provided, and at that point she was hooked. Her habit became larger, and she became more desperate. She started selling her body to support her habit.
She ended up moving to Las Vegas with her dealer/boyfriend/pimp. Her habit continued to escalate. She had a baby that was born addicted and taken from her. She became depressed but still hooked.
In October of 2014 in year 5 of her habit, she came home to find her stash missing. She knew it was probably the neighbor who had a key but was not trustworthy. The neighbor wouldn't open the door, so in her anger and drug-lust, she decided to kick through the window. When she brought her foot back, her Achilles Tendon was shredded by the broken glass.
Her hospitalization required surgery, a 2 day stay in the hospital where her need for drugs was quenched and probably worsened by the prescribed Dilaudid, and instructions to return to the surgeon in one week for a dressing change and wound evaluation. She never went for her follow-up, and now she is in room 3 with me. She said to me, "I didn't want to come in, but my leg smelled so bad I couldn't get any customers." So very sad...
I tried to reassure her, I made a social work consult, I offered her programs, a safe living space, and drug rehab. I did everything I knew to do, but essentially in my job role, I'm pretty helpless when it comes to these matters. The surgeon came in and offered her extensive long term care with a good prognosis if she did her part and followed thru with care. The second option was amputation. She thought for a few minutes and said, "cut the fucker off! I have to make my money".
Her leg below the knee was amputated the next day. She left 2 days later with her same pimp/boyfriend/dealer. I couldn't help her.
2 months later, I had another prostitute. I spoke with her at length too, and she lived in the same area as Jennifer. In our discussion Jennifer came up, and my new patient told me she was turning tricks out of her wheelchair. I'll never forget this, and there are many similar sad stories. I often feel helpless even though I try my hardest to make a difference.
Sorry to hear, buddy. Wish I knew something to say or do to help. I guess you have no idea where she is. Sorry man.
Your words are enough, I've finally opened up about it...she got addicted to pills about 5 years ago...went to rehab in April and stayed 14 days---later found out she used in the parking lot after being released (we were on vacation).
It got so bad that in May we had to kick her out after all kinds of money went missing along with numerous items from the house....she went to heroin around May 15th....she still had her car so she would sleep in it out front of my house. Eventually the car started to break down, she lost her job and on June 26th got a call from a phone number I did not know. She asked me to come pick her up at The Orleans...It was like 110 out and she was holding a bottle of water that was almost boiling....she went to rehab again that night....she made the 28 days and 'graduated' from the program but had to go straight to sober living as our boundaries set were she needed 3 months clean to come back home....
she made it about 3-5 days....she stuck herself in the leg and hit a nerve or something and has lost the feeling in her foot and is on crutches...she didn't seek an MRI because she probably knew the Dr would say the reason was due to her sticking herself and at the time she was still at sober living...but she pee'd dirty last Monday and got kicked out....I tried to talk her back into treatment but she wouldn't go....
so she has been on the streets since last Monday with no car, no phone (she has a phone but can only use it for wi-fi...aka Facebook), no money, no place to stay....she is a master manipulator (as are most addicts), and I see when she connects through Facebook Messanger....I try to contact her when I see her on it and I thought I had her convinced to go to treatment on Tuesday, but she bailed and hasn't contacted me since....
She has a felony hearing for possession on Monday that I'm pretty sure she isn't going to show for...looking at 1-4 years....if they find her, at least I'll know where she is and my worries will be somewhat appeased....
Addiction affects 60 million addicts and additionally 120 million family members in the USA....it is a silent disease as you don't go to the family bbq and say, "Oh this chicken is great, by the way, my kid is an addict...." You normally keep it in and hear/feel the people talk about you behind your back....
it is now my mission to get it out there and help others in this situation...
(sorry for the hijack 6/5)
It got so bad that in May we had to kick her out after all kinds of money went missing along with numerous items from the house....she went to heroin around May 15th....she still had her car so she would sleep in it out front of my house. Eventually the car started to break down, she lost her job and on June 26th got a call from a phone number I did not know. She asked me to come pick her up at The Orleans...It was like 110 out and she was holding a bottle of water that was almost boiling....she went to rehab again that night....she made the 28 days and 'graduated' from the program but had to go straight to sober living as our boundaries set were she needed 3 months clean to come back home....
she made it about 3-5 days....she stuck herself in the leg and hit a nerve or something and has lost the feeling in her foot and is on crutches...she didn't seek an MRI because she probably knew the Dr would say the reason was due to her sticking herself and at the time she was still at sober living...but she pee'd dirty last Monday and got kicked out....I tried to talk her back into treatment but she wouldn't go....
so she has been on the streets since last Monday with no car, no phone (she has a phone but can only use it for wi-fi...aka Facebook), no money, no place to stay....she is a master manipulator (as are most addicts), and I see when she connects through Facebook Messanger....I try to contact her when I see her on it and I thought I had her convinced to go to treatment on Tuesday, but she bailed and hasn't contacted me since....
She has a felony hearing for possession on Monday that I'm pretty sure she isn't going to show for...looking at 1-4 years....if they find her, at least I'll know where she is and my worries will be somewhat appeased....
Addiction affects 60 million addicts and additionally 120 million family members in the USA....it is a silent disease as you don't go to the family bbq and say, "Oh this chicken is great, by the way, my kid is an addict...." You normally keep it in and hear/feel the people talk about you behind your back....
it is now my mission to get it out there and help others in this situation...
(sorry for the hijack 6/5)
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Dr Feelgood
you are doing all you can Dr.
you commitment to helping others is awesome..
hopefully her true bottom will come soon and in a place where she can truly begin the road to recovery.
thoughts are with you and yours..
you are doing all you can Dr.
you commitment to helping others is awesome..
hopefully her true bottom will come soon and in a place where she can truly begin the road to recovery.
thoughts are with you and yours..
Thanks Old School, truly appreciate the kind words....it has been all consuming for the past four months, but with the help of a support group, education, and my renewed faith I'm getting stronger everyday!!
The only thing worse than one person suffering from addiction, is two....
The only thing worse than one person suffering from addiction, is two....
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I dragged way to many people down w.me..
stay strong it will serve you and others well.
65..thanks for the space to relate to our friend
Flood warnings and nasty looking clouds. I love the mountain scenery here. This really is a scenic place outside the city.
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The roads here flood fast! This is the first substantial rain I have seen since I have been here, and it isn't fun to drive in especially when your windshield wiper breaks in the middle of the interstate. I guess flash flooding is a huge problem in the desert when it does rarely rain.
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The roads here flood fast! This is the first substantial rain I have seen since I have been here, and it isn't fun to drive in especially when your windshield wiper breaks in the middle of the interstate. I guess flash flooding is a huge problem in the desert when it does rarely rain.
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I bet the tunnel people were scrambling around.
65 strikes again
I'm playing poker now at Caesar's Palace. It's 0100, and I have been here in a game since 8pm. I bought in short at $140 and quickly beat a fish who couldn't fold aces and was up to $300. Noteworthy here is something I have been trying to work on. When I have the best hand or even down to the 5th best hand, and I feel like I know my opponents hand, I try to punish them. I want to maximize my good hands and hurt the typical Las Vegas tourist because they usually are terrible poker players. This hand in particular I turned a nut straight and raised the river even though there was a flush possibility. I went with my read on the guy that he was raising preflop with AA and couldn't fold his top pair.
Several hands later, an Aggro "pro" made it $75 preflop. I wake up to AA, so I raised it to $200. Short stack goes all in for his last $80, raiser folds, and short stack hits a set of Jacks on the river to beat me. I was up and down after this and sitting on about $300.
I'm in middle position with my favorite hand; 65 suited. Small blind raises to $30, and 4 of us go to the flop. Flop is 3, 7, J with the smaller cards the same suit as my 65, so I flopped a gutshot straight flush draw. Bet is $60, 2 callers. The turn smacks me in the face with an off suit 4. Raiser ships with his obvious AA, I take my time and do over the top. Last to act is thinking, and I say to him, "Get out of my pot". He snap calls all in as I have him covered. The river is an inconsequential deuce of another suit, and I throw down the winning nuts. Raiser had AA, and caller had a flush draw. Winner winner with 65 suited, and I'm immediately a $700 winner.
It's a cool story to me, and it was especially made more awesome because when I tabled my hand, nobody including the dealer even saw it, and there was this huge pause. Wtf was this dude doing playing 65? It's because I am 65, and I am a donkey.
I'm playing poker now at Caesar's Palace. It's 0100, and I have been here in a game since 8pm. I bought in short at $140 and quickly beat a fish who couldn't fold aces and was up to $300. Noteworthy here is something I have been trying to work on. When I have the best hand or even down to the 5th best hand, and I feel like I know my opponents hand, I try to punish them. I want to maximize my good hands and hurt the typical Las Vegas tourist because they usually are terrible poker players. This hand in particular I turned a nut straight and raised the river even though there was a flush possibility. I went with my read on the guy that he was raising preflop with AA and couldn't fold his top pair.
Several hands later, an Aggro "pro" made it $75 preflop. I wake up to AA, so I raised it to $200. Short stack goes all in for his last $80, raiser folds, and short stack hits a set of Jacks on the river to beat me. I was up and down after this and sitting on about $300.
I'm in middle position with my favorite hand; 65 suited. Small blind raises to $30, and 4 of us go to the flop. Flop is 3, 7, J with the smaller cards the same suit as my 65, so I flopped a gutshot straight flush draw. Bet is $60, 2 callers. The turn smacks me in the face with an off suit 4. Raiser ships with his obvious AA, I take my time and do over the top. Last to act is thinking, and I say to him, "Get out of my pot". He snap calls all in as I have him covered. The river is an inconsequential deuce of another suit, and I throw down the winning nuts. Raiser had AA, and caller had a flush draw. Winner winner with 65 suited, and I'm immediately a $700 winner.
It's a cool story to me, and it was especially made more awesome because when I tabled my hand, nobody including the dealer even saw it, and there was this huge pause. Wtf was this dude doing playing 65? It's because I am 65, and I am a donkey.
