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In March 2017 I decided to knock a bucket list item out and drive Route 66. Along the way a photographer friend and I were checking out some rather dirty mining communities north of Area 51 in Nevada. On the drive home my nose kept itching and became inflamed. I didn’t think much of it though. I was generally sore from driving thousands of miles and hiking from sun up to sun down during the whole trip.
Oh, did I mention I’m a Type 1 Diabetic? Also that I have a morbid fascination with medical forensics? Well I couldn’t resist documenting my struggle with MRSA.
On April 4th I noticed a pimple growing on my inner left wrist and it popped. It then started itching and getting really red, to the point where I immediately went in to urgent care. The doctor looked at it, said it was an ingrown hair, and sent me off with an antibiotic. I knew she was wrong.
Every day I called the nurse and told her it was getting worse. A week later I sent photos to my doctor, who had me come in right away. The infection on my wrist had grown into a 4x3cm oozing solid mass of itchiness and pain. He said, “that’s really messed up” when he looked at it. A few minutes later he came back and sent me to the hospital down the street.
While there the nurses and doctors, even ones not assigned to me, came to look at the infection. Within a few hours I was in the OR getting it removed. However a week later I needed a skin graft to cover the exposed area due to tissue necrosis. They took a slice of skin from my stomach and stapled the area up.
So after two surgeries I start to feel better. I took some time off of work and spent the days loaded up on Oxycodone (which I hated) and antibiotics. Things started getting better. Until…
May 4th I went in for a follow up examination and it was like any other. Only they forgot to take the staples out of my side and stitches out of my hand. I was too loaded up on Oxycodone and I really didn’t question their judgement. But the stitches and staples were supposed to come out between 10-14 days.
Type 1 Diabetics have a depressed immune system and are at risk for infection. Even more so with wounds that pierce the skin. While things were getting better after the first two surgeries, they soon took turn for the worse.
On May 27 I went in for a checkup and the nurse asked when the stitches and staples were removed. I responded that they were still in. She asked when I had my surgery. I said the 24th. She then asked… “Three days ago?” I responded, “No, April 24.” It was clear she knew an error had been made. After looking at the medical notes in more detail she noticed that I was ALSO a Type 1 Diabetic and audibly gasped.
I cursed like a sailor when every one of those 16 stomach staples came out. On top of that I pointed out that a new pimple, just like the original, was growing on the top of my left wrist. The doctors were very concerned and rightly so. It grew into another massive MRSA infection that required surgery.
Along the way I was also worried about other pimples that appeared on my feet and hands. But these disappeared as I was taking more oral antibiotics. During this time I was also getting daily antibiotic infusions. They took an incredible toll on my right arm. It looked like I was a heroin addict with all the blown infusion insertion attempts. The nurses would not use my left arm until I begged them to one day.
The last infusion though was the roughest and never completed. As a Type 1 Diabetic I have been injecting insulin via syringe for over 20 years. Needles are not something I am afraid of. However upon sight of the infusion needle I muttered to the nurse, “I don’t feel good.”
Over the next 15 minutes two nurses kept my head up straight and applied cold packs to my neck. I could not talk at all for the next few minutes. After a while I was able to say “low blood sugar” and they checked it right away. However, my blood sugar was not low. I was having a somatic response to the sight of the needle. The nurses said I was white as a ghost during that time.
So now the fun part of the backwards American medical system begins. The bills. I’m on the hook for a certain percentage, which in the end amounts to about the same as I spent on my vacation in the first place. I am EXTREMELY FORTUNATE to have one of the best health plans since I work for UW-Madison. However, it is a huge drag to go through.
In March 2017 I decided to knock a bucket list item out and drive Route 66. Along the way a photographer friend and I were checking out some rather dirty mining communities north of Area 51 in Nevada. On the drive home my nose kept itching and became inflamed. I didn’t think much of it though. I was generally sore from driving thousands of miles and hiking from sun up to sun down during the whole trip.
Oh, did I mention I’m a Type 1 Diabetic? Also that I have a morbid fascination with medical forensics? Well I couldn’t resist documenting my struggle with MRSA.
On April 4th I noticed a pimple growing on my inner left wrist and it popped. It then started itching and getting really red, to the point where I immediately went in to urgent care. The doctor looked at it, said it was an ingrown hair, and sent me off with an antibiotic. I knew she was wrong.
Every day I called the nurse and told her it was getting worse. A week later I sent photos to my doctor, who had me come in right away. The infection on my wrist had grown into a 4x3cm oozing solid mass of itchiness and pain. He said, “that’s really messed up” when he looked at it. A few minutes later he came back and sent me to the hospital down the street.
While there the nurses and doctors, even ones not assigned to me, came to look at the infection. Within a few hours I was in the OR getting it removed. However a week later I needed a skin graft to cover the exposed area due to tissue necrosis. They took a slice of skin from my stomach and stapled the area up.
So after two surgeries I start to feel better. I took some time off of work and spent the days loaded up on Oxycodone (which I hated) and antibiotics. Things started getting better. Until…
May 4th I went in for a follow up examination and it was like any other. Only they forgot to take the staples out of my side and stitches out of my hand. I was too loaded up on Oxycodone and I really didn’t question their judgement. But the stitches and staples were supposed to come out between 10-14 days.
Type 1 Diabetics have a depressed immune system and are at risk for infection. Even more so with wounds that pierce the skin. While things were getting better after the first two surgeries, they soon took turn for the worse.
On May 27 I went in for a checkup and the nurse asked when the stitches and staples were removed. I responded that they were still in. She asked when I had my surgery. I said the 24th. She then asked… “Three days ago?” I responded, “No, April 24.” It was clear she knew an error had been made. After looking at the medical notes in more detail she noticed that I was ALSO a Type 1 Diabetic and audibly gasped.
I cursed like a sailor when every one of those 16 stomach staples came out. On top of that I pointed out that a new pimple, just like the original, was growing on the top of my left wrist. The doctors were very concerned and rightly so. It grew into another massive MRSA infection that required surgery.
Along the way I was also worried about other pimples that appeared on my feet and hands. But these disappeared as I was taking more oral antibiotics. During this time I was also getting daily antibiotic infusions. They took an incredible toll on my right arm. It looked like I was a heroin addict with all the blown infusion insertion attempts. The nurses would not use my left arm until I begged them to one day.
The last infusion though was the roughest and never completed. As a Type 1 Diabetic I have been injecting insulin via syringe for over 20 years. Needles are not something I am afraid of. However upon sight of the infusion needle I muttered to the nurse, “I don’t feel good.”
Over the next 15 minutes two nurses kept my head up straight and applied cold packs to my neck. I could not talk at all for the next few minutes. After a while I was able to say “low blood sugar” and they checked it right away. However, my blood sugar was not low. I was having a somatic response to the sight of the needle. The nurses said I was white as a ghost during that time.
So now the fun part of the backwards American medical system begins. The bills. I’m on the hook for a certain percentage, which in the end amounts to about the same as I spent on my vacation in the first place. I am EXTREMELY FORTUNATE to have one of the best health plans since I work for UW-Madison. However, it is a huge drag to go through.
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The Velvet Mafia at Arlene's Grocery on the Lower East Side of New York City 2005. The Velvet Mafia and Dean Johnson appeared in the 2001 documentary film Freaks Glam Gods and Rockstars ... The NYC Story.
The 46-year-old nightlife icon had consumed a toxic mix of oxycodone and four other prescription pills before he passed away.
Johnson, a 6-foot-6 drag queen and paid escort, had traveled to Washington to comfort a friend after a man had died in his apartment from an apparent drug overdose just three days earlier.
Authorities said that man, Jordan Conklin, 26, had died after consuming a lethal combination of alcohol and oxycodone.
The owner of the apartment, Steven Saleh, 47, was not charged in either death.
Dean Johnson's body was found
09/20/2007
Envoy Towers
2400 16th St. NW
Washington, D.C. 20009
The Velvet Mafia
Dean Johnson
Arlene's Grocery
95 Stanton St
New York, NY 10002
212-995-1652
julia@arlenesgrocery.net
Photo
New York City USA
05-03-2005
The Velvet Mafia at Arlene's Grocery on the Lower East Side of New York City 2005. The Velvet Mafia and Dean Johnson appeared in the 2001 documentary film Freaks Glam Gods and Rockstars ... The NYC Story.
The 46-year-old nightlife icon had consumed a toxic mix of oxycodone and four other prescription pills before he passed away.
Johnson, a 6-foot-6 drag queen and paid escort, had traveled to Washington to comfort a friend after a man had died in his apartment from an apparent drug overdose just three days earlier.
Authorities said that man, Jordan Conklin, 26, had died after consuming a lethal combination of alcohol and oxycodone.
The owner of the apartment, Steven Saleh, 47, was not charged in either death.
Dean Johnson's body was found
09/20/2007
Envoy Towers
2400 16th St. NW
Washington, D.C. 20009
The Velvet Mafia
Dean Johnson
Arlene's Grocery
95 Stanton St
New York, NY 10002
212-995-1652
julia@arlenesgrocery.net
Photo
New York City USA
05-03-2005
The Velvet Mafia at Arlene's Grocery on the Lower East Side of New York City 2005. The Velvet Mafia and Dean Johnson appeared in the 2001 documentary film Freaks Glam Gods and Rockstars ... The NYC Story.
The 46-year-old nightlife icon had consumed a toxic mix of oxycodone and four other prescription pills before he passed away.
Johnson, a 6-foot-6 drag queen and paid escort, had traveled to Washington to comfort a friend after a man had died in his apartment from an apparent drug overdose just three days earlier.
Authorities said that man, Jordan Conklin, 26, had died after consuming a lethal combination of alcohol and oxycodone.
The owner of the apartment, Steven Saleh, 47, was not charged in either death.
Dean Johnson's body was found
09/20/2007
Envoy Towers
2400 16th St. NW
Washington, D.C. 20009
The Velvet Mafia
Dean Johnson
Arlene's Grocery
95 Stanton St
New York, NY 10002
212-995-1652
julia@arlenesgrocery.net
Photo
New York City USA
05-03-2005
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The Velvet Mafia at Arlene's Grocery on the Lower East Side of New York City 2005. The Velvet Mafia and Dean Johnson appeared in the 2001 documentary film Freaks Glam Gods and Rockstars ... The NYC Story.
The 46-year-old nightlife icon had consumed a toxic mix of oxycodone and four other prescription pills before he passed away.
Johnson, a 6-foot-6 drag queen and paid escort, had traveled to Washington to comfort a friend after a man had died in his apartment from an apparent drug overdose just three days earlier.
Authorities said that man, Jordan Conklin, 26, had died after consuming a lethal combination of alcohol and oxycodone.
The owner of the apartment, Steven Saleh, 47, was not charged in either death.
Dean Johnson's body was found
09/20/2007
Envoy Towers
2400 16th St. NW
Washington, D.C. 20009
The Velvet Mafia
Dean Johnson
Arlene's Grocery
95 Stanton St
New York, NY 10002
212-995-1652
julia@arlenesgrocery.net
Photo
New York City USA
05-03-2005
At La Paloma, we specialize in professional help for those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addictions, in addition to mental disorders. Our drug rehab facility helps withdrawals & detox. Contact us to learn more about our rehabilitation services.
The Canyon specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted in beautiful Malibu, CA.
In March 2017 I decided to knock a bucket list item out and drive Route 66. Along the way a photographer friend and I were checking out some rather dirty mining communities north of Area 51 in Nevada. On the drive home my nose kept itching and became inflamed. I didn’t think much of it though. I was generally sore from driving thousands of miles and hiking from sun up to sun down during the whole trip.
Oh, did I mention I’m a Type 1 Diabetic? Also that I have a morbid fascination with medical forensics? Well I couldn’t resist documenting my struggle with MRSA.
On April 4th I noticed a pimple growing on my inner left wrist and it popped. It then started itching and getting really red, to the point where I immediately went in to urgent care. The doctor looked at it, said it was an ingrown hair, and sent me off with an antibiotic. I knew she was wrong.
Every day I called the nurse and told her it was getting worse. A week later I sent photos to my doctor, who had me come in right away. The infection on my wrist had grown into a 4x3cm oozing solid mass of itchiness and pain. He said, “that’s really messed up” when he looked at it. A few minutes later he came back and sent me to the hospital down the street.
While there the nurses and doctors, even ones not assigned to me, came to look at the infection. Within a few hours I was in the OR getting it removed. However a week later I needed a skin graft to cover the exposed area due to tissue necrosis. They took a slice of skin from my stomach and stapled the area up.
So after two surgeries I start to feel better. I took some time off of work and spent the days loaded up on Oxycodone (which I hated) and antibiotics. Things started getting better. Until…
May 4th I went in for a follow up examination and it was like any other. Only they forgot to take the staples out of my side and stitches out of my hand. I was too loaded up on Oxycodone and I really didn’t question their judgement. But the stitches and staples were supposed to come out between 10-14 days.
Type 1 Diabetics have a depressed immune system and are at risk for infection. Even more so with wounds that pierce the skin. While things were getting better after the first two surgeries, they soon took turn for the worse.
On May 27 I went in for a checkup and the nurse asked when the stitches and staples were removed. I responded that they were still in. She asked when I had my surgery. I said the 24th. She then asked… “Three days ago?” I responded, “No, April 24.” It was clear she knew an error had been made. After looking at the medical notes in more detail she noticed that I was ALSO a Type 1 Diabetic and audibly gasped.
I cursed like a sailor when every one of those 16 stomach staples came out. On top of that I pointed out that a new pimple, just like the original, was growing on the top of my left wrist. The doctors were very concerned and rightly so. It grew into another massive MRSA infection that required surgery.
Along the way I was also worried about other pimples that appeared on my feet and hands. But these disappeared as I was taking more oral antibiotics. During this time I was also getting daily antibiotic infusions. They took an incredible toll on my right arm. It looked like I was a heroin addict with all the blown infusion insertion attempts. The nurses would not use my left arm until I begged them to one day.
The last infusion though was the roughest and never completed. As a Type 1 Diabetic I have been injecting insulin via syringe for over 20 years. Needles are not something I am afraid of. However upon sight of the infusion needle I muttered to the nurse, “I don’t feel good.”
Over the next 15 minutes two nurses kept my head up straight and applied cold packs to my neck. I could not talk at all for the next few minutes. After a while I was able to say “low blood sugar” and they checked it right away. However, my blood sugar was not low. I was having a somatic response to the sight of the needle. The nurses said I was white as a ghost during that time.
So now the fun part of the backwards American medical system begins. The bills. I’m on the hook for a certain percentage, which in the end amounts to about the same as I spent on my vacation in the first place. I am EXTREMELY FORTUNATE to have one of the best health plans since I work for UW-Madison. However, it is a huge drag to go through.
In March 2017 I decided to knock a bucket list item out and drive Route 66. Along the way a photographer friend and I were checking out some rather dirty mining communities north of Area 51 in Nevada. On the drive home my nose kept itching and became inflamed. I didn’t think much of it though. I was generally sore from driving thousands of miles and hiking from sun up to sun down during the whole trip.
Oh, did I mention I’m a Type 1 Diabetic? Also that I have a morbid fascination with medical forensics? Well I couldn’t resist documenting my struggle with MRSA.
On April 4th I noticed a pimple growing on my inner left wrist and it popped. It then started itching and getting really red, to the point where I immediately went in to urgent care. The doctor looked at it, said it was an ingrown hair, and sent me off with an antibiotic. I knew she was wrong.
Every day I called the nurse and told her it was getting worse. A week later I sent photos to my doctor, who had me come in right away. The infection on my wrist had grown into a 4x3cm oozing solid mass of itchiness and pain. He said, “that’s really messed up” when he looked at it. A few minutes later he came back and sent me to the hospital down the street.
While there the nurses and doctors, even ones not assigned to me, came to look at the infection. Within a few hours I was in the OR getting it removed. However a week later I needed a skin graft to cover the exposed area due to tissue necrosis. They took a slice of skin from my stomach and stapled the area up.
So after two surgeries I start to feel better. I took some time off of work and spent the days loaded up on Oxycodone (which I hated) and antibiotics. Things started getting better. Until…
May 4th I went in for a follow up examination and it was like any other. Only they forgot to take the staples out of my side and stitches out of my hand. I was too loaded up on Oxycodone and I really didn’t question their judgement. But the stitches and staples were supposed to come out between 10-14 days.
Type 1 Diabetics have a depressed immune system and are at risk for infection. Even more so with wounds that pierce the skin. While things were getting better after the first two surgeries, they soon took turn for the worse.
On May 27 I went in for a checkup and the nurse asked when the stitches and staples were removed. I responded that they were still in. She asked when I had my surgery. I said the 24th. She then asked… “Three days ago?” I responded, “No, April 24.” It was clear she knew an error had been made. After looking at the medical notes in more detail she noticed that I was ALSO a Type 1 Diabetic and audibly gasped.
I cursed like a sailor when every one of those 16 stomach staples came out. On top of that I pointed out that a new pimple, just like the original, was growing on the top of my left wrist. The doctors were very concerned and rightly so. It grew into another massive MRSA infection that required surgery.
Along the way I was also worried about other pimples that appeared on my feet and hands. But these disappeared as I was taking more oral antibiotics. During this time I was also getting daily antibiotic infusions. They took an incredible toll on my right arm. It looked like I was a heroin addict with all the blown infusion insertion attempts. The nurses would not use my left arm until I begged them to one day.
The last infusion though was the roughest and never completed. As a Type 1 Diabetic I have been injecting insulin via syringe for over 20 years. Needles are not something I am afraid of. However upon sight of the infusion needle I muttered to the nurse, “I don’t feel good.”
Over the next 15 minutes two nurses kept my head up straight and applied cold packs to my neck. I could not talk at all for the next few minutes. After a while I was able to say “low blood sugar” and they checked it right away. However, my blood sugar was not low. I was having a somatic response to the sight of the needle. The nurses said I was white as a ghost during that time.
So now the fun part of the backwards American medical system begins. The bills. I’m on the hook for a certain percentage, which in the end amounts to about the same as I spent on my vacation in the first place. I am EXTREMELY FORTUNATE to have one of the best health plans since I work for UW-Madison. However, it is a huge drag to go through.
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New York, NY 10001
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Papaver somniferum, commonly known as the opium poppy[2] or breadseed poppy,[3] is a species of flowering plant in the family Papaveraceae. It is the species of plant from which both opium and poppy seeds are derived and is also a valuable ornamental plant grown in gardens. Its native range was east of the Mediterranean Sea, but now is obscured by ancient introductions and cultivation, being naturalized across much of Europe and Asia.
This poppy is grown as an agricultural crop on a large scale, for one of three primary purposes: to produce poppy seeds, to produce opium (for use mainly by the pharmaceutical industry),[4] and to produce other alkaloids (mainly thebaine and oripavine) that are processed by pharmaceutical companies into drugs such as hydrocodone and oxycodone.[4] Each of these goals has special breeds that are targeted at one of these businesses, and breeding efforts (including biotechnological ones) are continually underway.[4][5][6] A comparatively small amount of P. somniferum is also produced commercially for ornamental purposes.
Today many varieties have been bred that do not produce a significant quantity of opium.[3][5] The cultivar 'Sujata' produces no latex at all.[6] Breadseed poppy is more accurate as a common name today because all varieties of P. somniferum produce edible seeds. This differentiation has strong implications for legal policy surrounding the growing of this plant.[5]
Description
Papaver somniferum is an annual herb growing to about 100 centimetres (40 inches) tall. The plant is strongly glaucous, giving a greyish-green appearance, and the stem and leaves bear a sparse distribution of coarse hairs. The large leaves are lobed, the upper stem leaves clasping the stem,[7] the lowest leaves with a short petiole.[8]: 40 The flowers are up to 3–10 cm (1–4 in) diameter, normally with four white, mauve or red petals, sometimes with dark markings at the base. The fruit is a hairless, rounded capsule topped with 12–18 radiating stigmatic rays, or fluted cap.[9] All parts of the plant exude white latex when wounded.[7]: 93 [10]: 32
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In March 2017 I decided to knock a bucket list item out and drive Route 66. Along the way a photographer friend and I were checking out some rather dirty mining communities north of Area 51 in Nevada. On the drive home my nose kept itching and became inflamed. I didn’t think much of it though. I was generally sore from driving thousands of miles and hiking from sun up to sun down during the whole trip.
Oh, did I mention I’m a Type 1 Diabetic? Also that I have a morbid fascination with medical forensics? Well I couldn’t resist documenting my struggle with MRSA.
On April 4th I noticed a pimple growing on my inner left wrist and it popped. It then started itching and getting really red, to the point where I immediately went in to urgent care. The doctor looked at it, said it was an ingrown hair, and sent me off with an antibiotic. I knew she was wrong.
Every day I called the nurse and told her it was getting worse. A week later I sent photos to my doctor, who had me come in right away. The infection on my wrist had grown into a 4x3cm oozing solid mass of itchiness and pain. He said, “that’s really messed up” when he looked at it. A few minutes later he came back and sent me to the hospital down the street.
While there the nurses and doctors, even ones not assigned to me, came to look at the infection. Within a few hours I was in the OR getting it removed. However a week later I needed a skin graft to cover the exposed area due to tissue necrosis. They took a slice of skin from my stomach and stapled the area up.
So after two surgeries I start to feel better. I took some time off of work and spent the days loaded up on Oxycodone (which I hated) and antibiotics. Things started getting better. Until…
May 4th I went in for a follow up examination and it was like any other. Only they forgot to take the staples out of my side and stitches out of my hand. I was too loaded up on Oxycodone and I really didn’t question their judgement. But the stitches and staples were supposed to come out between 10-14 days.
Type 1 Diabetics have a depressed immune system and are at risk for infection. Even more so with wounds that pierce the skin. While things were getting better after the first two surgeries, they soon took turn for the worse.
On May 27 I went in for a checkup and the nurse asked when the stitches and staples were removed. I responded that they were still in. She asked when I had my surgery. I said the 24th. She then asked… “Three days ago?” I responded, “No, April 24.” It was clear she knew an error had been made. After looking at the medical notes in more detail she noticed that I was ALSO a Type 1 Diabetic and audibly gasped.
I cursed like a sailor when every one of those 16 stomach staples came out. On top of that I pointed out that a new pimple, just like the original, was growing on the top of my left wrist. The doctors were very concerned and rightly so. It grew into another massive MRSA infection that required surgery.
Along the way I was also worried about other pimples that appeared on my feet and hands. But these disappeared as I was taking more oral antibiotics. During this time I was also getting daily antibiotic infusions. They took an incredible toll on my right arm. It looked like I was a heroin addict with all the blown infusion insertion attempts. The nurses would not use my left arm until I begged them to one day.
The last infusion though was the roughest and never completed. As a Type 1 Diabetic I have been injecting insulin via syringe for over 20 years. Needles are not something I am afraid of. However upon sight of the infusion needle I muttered to the nurse, “I don’t feel good.”
Over the next 15 minutes two nurses kept my head up straight and applied cold packs to my neck. I could not talk at all for the next few minutes. After a while I was able to say “low blood sugar” and they checked it right away. However, my blood sugar was not low. I was having a somatic response to the sight of the needle. The nurses said I was white as a ghost during that time.
So now the fun part of the backwards American medical system begins. The bills. I’m on the hook for a certain percentage, which in the end amounts to about the same as I spent on my vacation in the first place. I am EXTREMELY FORTUNATE to have one of the best health plans since I work for UW-Madison. However, it is a huge drag to go through.
Foundations Outpatient specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted near Atlanta, GA.
The Canyon specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted in beautiful Malibu, CA.
Foundations Outpatient specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted near Atlanta, GA.
OxyContin is the brand name for an opioid analgesic containing the active ingredient oxycodone (also found in Percocet and Percodan).
The Canyon specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted in beautiful Malibu, CA.
The Canyon specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted in beautiful Malibu, CA.
Foundations Outpatient specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted near Atlanta, GA.
In March 2017 I decided to knock a bucket list item out and drive Route 66. Along the way a photographer friend and I were checking out some rather dirty mining communities north of Area 51 in Nevada. On the drive home my nose kept itching and became inflamed. I didn’t think much of it though. I was generally sore from driving thousands of miles and hiking from sun up to sun down during the whole trip.
Oh, did I mention I’m a Type 1 Diabetic? Also that I have a morbid fascination with medical forensics? Well I couldn’t resist documenting my struggle with MRSA.
On April 4th I noticed a pimple growing on my inner left wrist and it popped. It then started itching and getting really red, to the point where I immediately went in to urgent care. The doctor looked at it, said it was an ingrown hair, and sent me off with an antibiotic. I knew she was wrong.
Every day I called the nurse and told her it was getting worse. A week later I sent photos to my doctor, who had me come in right away. The infection on my wrist had grown into a 4x3cm oozing solid mass of itchiness and pain. He said, “that’s really messed up” when he looked at it. A few minutes later he came back and sent me to the hospital down the street.
While there the nurses and doctors, even ones not assigned to me, came to look at the infection. Within a few hours I was in the OR getting it removed. However a week later I needed a skin graft to cover the exposed area due to tissue necrosis. They took a slice of skin from my stomach and stapled the area up.
So after two surgeries I start to feel better. I took some time off of work and spent the days loaded up on Oxycodone (which I hated) and antibiotics. Things started getting better. Until…
May 4th I went in for a follow up examination and it was like any other. Only they forgot to take the staples out of my side and stitches out of my hand. I was too loaded up on Oxycodone and I really didn’t question their judgement. But the stitches and staples were supposed to come out between 10-14 days.
Type 1 Diabetics have a depressed immune system and are at risk for infection. Even more so with wounds that pierce the skin. While things were getting better after the first two surgeries, they soon took turn for the worse.
On May 27 I went in for a checkup and the nurse asked when the stitches and staples were removed. I responded that they were still in. She asked when I had my surgery. I said the 24th. She then asked… “Three days ago?” I responded, “No, April 24.” It was clear she knew an error had been made. After looking at the medical notes in more detail she noticed that I was ALSO a Type 1 Diabetic and audibly gasped.
I cursed like a sailor when every one of those 16 stomach staples came out. On top of that I pointed out that a new pimple, just like the original, was growing on the top of my left wrist. The doctors were very concerned and rightly so. It grew into another massive MRSA infection that required surgery.
Along the way I was also worried about other pimples that appeared on my feet and hands. But these disappeared as I was taking more oral antibiotics. During this time I was also getting daily antibiotic infusions. They took an incredible toll on my right arm. It looked like I was a heroin addict with all the blown infusion insertion attempts. The nurses would not use my left arm until I begged them to one day.
The last infusion though was the roughest and never completed. As a Type 1 Diabetic I have been injecting insulin via syringe for over 20 years. Needles are not something I am afraid of. However upon sight of the infusion needle I muttered to the nurse, “I don’t feel good.”
Over the next 15 minutes two nurses kept my head up straight and applied cold packs to my neck. I could not talk at all for the next few minutes. After a while I was able to say “low blood sugar” and they checked it right away. However, my blood sugar was not low. I was having a somatic response to the sight of the needle. The nurses said I was white as a ghost during that time.
So now the fun part of the backwards American medical system begins. The bills. I’m on the hook for a certain percentage, which in the end amounts to about the same as I spent on my vacation in the first place. I am EXTREMELY FORTUNATE to have one of the best health plans since I work for UW-Madison. However, it is a huge drag to go through.
Foundations Outpatient specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted near Atlanta, GA.
Foundations Outpatient specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted near Atlanta, GA.
Foundations Outpatient specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted near Atlanta, GA.
I picked James for the first Strobist Bootcamp III assignment because of his important but controversial work with the local drug users in South-central Wisconsin. Based in Madison, James Reinke has been doing HIV prevention outreach, needle exchange and HIV testing for the AIDS Resource Center of Wisconsin (ARCW) for the past 12 years.
For the past 5 years, James and the ARCW have been doing overdose prevention training and Naloxone distribution. Naloxone temporarily blocks the opiate receptors in the brain, allowing for the overdose period to pass. It is what EMT's carry in case of an opiate (heroin, morphine, oxycodone. etc..) overdose. Since beginning of the program there have been 567 reported overdose saves from individual's using the Naloxone (brand name Narcan) to save their friends. There have been 102 lives saved in just the first 6 months of 2011 alone. By giving the drug users Naloxone and training on its use, it saves lives, time and money.
Needle exchange is also an important aspect to saving lives and reducing the spread of blood borne diseases such as Hepatitis and HIV from sharing of dirty needles with other users. James also distributes safer sex packets and harm reduction kits to further reduce the spread of HIV and other STIs. Many believe that providing this type of service promotes continued drug use and risky behavior, but given their addiction, a user will find ways to use whether they have access to clean needles or not. The benefit is lives saved, reduced spread of HIV and other STI's, reduced medical costs and burden on public services.
Lighting Details:
I decided to photograph James at dusk for the quality of light in the sky. I picked a parking lot for the location since he often meets clients in various parking lots around the region to exchange needles which he is holding in this image.
1 - LP160 Speedlite with 1/4 CTO gel & Honl Grid camera left, 1/2 power.
1 - Canon 580EX Speedlite with dome diffuser just off axis camera right for fill, 1/8 power.
Fired with PW PlusII
Foundations Outpatient specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted near Atlanta, GA.
Percocet is the brand name for Ratio-Oxycocet which is a combination of Oxycodone and Acetominophen. Oxycodone is a synthetic opioid analgesic medication that is similar to morphine and codeine but less addictive. Unfortunately I'm one of the lucky individuals that it doesn't work on. Tylenol extra strength will have to do.
Foundations Outpatient specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted near Atlanta, GA.
The Canyon specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted in beautiful Malibu, CA.
In March 2017 I decided to knock a bucket list item out and drive Route 66. Along the way a photographer friend and I were checking out some rather dirty mining communities north of Area 51 in Nevada. On the drive home my nose kept itching and became inflamed. I didn’t think much of it though. I was generally sore from driving thousands of miles and hiking from sun up to sun down during the whole trip.
Oh, did I mention I’m a Type 1 Diabetic? Also that I have a morbid fascination with medical forensics? Well I couldn’t resist documenting my struggle with MRSA.
On April 4th I noticed a pimple growing on my inner left wrist and it popped. It then started itching and getting really red, to the point where I immediately went in to urgent care. The doctor looked at it, said it was an ingrown hair, and sent me off with an antibiotic. I knew she was wrong.
Every day I called the nurse and told her it was getting worse. A week later I sent photos to my doctor, who had me come in right away. The infection on my wrist had grown into a 4x3cm oozing solid mass of itchiness and pain. He said, “that’s really messed up” when he looked at it. A few minutes later he came back and sent me to the hospital down the street.
While there the nurses and doctors, even ones not assigned to me, came to look at the infection. Within a few hours I was in the OR getting it removed. However a week later I needed a skin graft to cover the exposed area due to tissue necrosis. They took a slice of skin from my stomach and stapled the area up.
So after two surgeries I start to feel better. I took some time off of work and spent the days loaded up on Oxycodone (which I hated) and antibiotics. Things started getting better. Until…
May 4th I went in for a follow up examination and it was like any other. Only they forgot to take the staples out of my side and stitches out of my hand. I was too loaded up on Oxycodone and I really didn’t question their judgement. But the stitches and staples were supposed to come out between 10-14 days.
Type 1 Diabetics have a depressed immune system and are at risk for infection. Even more so with wounds that pierce the skin. While things were getting better after the first two surgeries, they soon took turn for the worse.
On May 27 I went in for a checkup and the nurse asked when the stitches and staples were removed. I responded that they were still in. She asked when I had my surgery. I said the 24th. She then asked… “Three days ago?” I responded, “No, April 24.” It was clear she knew an error had been made. After looking at the medical notes in more detail she noticed that I was ALSO a Type 1 Diabetic and audibly gasped.
I cursed like a sailor when every one of those 16 stomach staples came out. On top of that I pointed out that a new pimple, just like the original, was growing on the top of my left wrist. The doctors were very concerned and rightly so. It grew into another massive MRSA infection that required surgery.
Along the way I was also worried about other pimples that appeared on my feet and hands. But these disappeared as I was taking more oral antibiotics. During this time I was also getting daily antibiotic infusions. They took an incredible toll on my right arm. It looked like I was a heroin addict with all the blown infusion insertion attempts. The nurses would not use my left arm until I begged them to one day.
The last infusion though was the roughest and never completed. As a Type 1 Diabetic I have been injecting insulin via syringe for over 20 years. Needles are not something I am afraid of. However upon sight of the infusion needle I muttered to the nurse, “I don’t feel good.”
Over the next 15 minutes two nurses kept my head up straight and applied cold packs to my neck. I could not talk at all for the next few minutes. After a while I was able to say “low blood sugar” and they checked it right away. However, my blood sugar was not low. I was having a somatic response to the sight of the needle. The nurses said I was white as a ghost during that time.
So now the fun part of the backwards American medical system begins. The bills. I’m on the hook for a certain percentage, which in the end amounts to about the same as I spent on my vacation in the first place. I am EXTREMELY FORTUNATE to have one of the best health plans since I work for UW-Madison. However, it is a huge drag to go through.
Foundations Outpatient specializes in helping those struggling with drug, alcohol, and substance addiction & abuse, in addition to mental disorders. Our treatment facility is loacted near Atlanta, GA.
We went to the doctor today, and saw someone who knew what he was talking about.
Casey has cancer. We're most likely looking at an osteosarcoma. We'll find out tomorrow if it's metastasized, and if that spot on her lung is an actual spot or not.
I'll be moving to Milwaukee (Wisconsin) to be with her, and getting an apartment on the ground floor so she doesn't have to do stairs.
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It’s no secret that there’s a heroin epidemic raging across the US. Addiction statistics are off the charts when it comes to heroin use, and it’s affecting practically every demographic there is. Those most at risk? Quite often it’s those who have suffered an injury who run the greatest possibility of becoming someone who’s hooked on heroin.
How Can Painkillers Prescribed for an Injury Lead to Heroin Use?
It all stem from the prescription pain medication prescribed after someone’s suffered an injury. This means that many who get hurt (from teen athletes injured in sports to someone who slipped and broke their ankle) are given painkillers to take until their symptoms improve. The thing is, most of these prescription pain pills hold high potential for addiction–and this addiction is what often leads to heroin use.
Heroin offers similar effects to prescription meds. It feeds addiction almost exactly the same way as painkillers do, and does so at a fraction of the cost. Painkillers can be expensive (and difficult to attain) on the black market, and heroin’s something that’s cheap. Not only that, but it’s readily available pretty much everywhere.
So, once the addiction sets in, many search for more pain medications. After being addicted to pain medication addicts seek a cheaper solution, which often leads to heroin use.
Prescription Medication Causes Dependency
Prescription painkillers are also known as opioids. They work by reducing the amount of pain signals that reach the brain while influencing certain areas in the brain that control emotion. And while they certainly do provide pain relief (and sometimes feeling of euphoria), they are also causing the biggest opioid epidemic we have ever experienced.
The increasing number of deaths from opioid addiction has reached a new high. The most commonly prescribed painkillers (oxycodone and hydrocodone) happen to be the ones involved in more deaths than any other opioid there is.
Hydrocodone
Hydrocodone, commonly known as Vicodin, is the most prescribed painkiller in the US. It’s also shown to be connected to more drug abuse than any other opioid there is. It’s a Schedule Class II Substance, and shows high potential for addiction. Withdrawal symptoms of hydrocodone include:
Pain
Restlessness
Insomnia/Difficulty Sleeping
Decreased Appetite
Cramping
Diarrhea
Nausea
Vomiting
Oxycodone
Oxycodone is another prescription opioid known as Percocet or OxyContin. This commonly prescribed painkiller is another that shows great potential for abuse. When dependent upon oxycodone, withdrawal symptoms include:
Depression
Anxiety
Coughing
Runny Nose
Watery Eyes
Muscle Aches
Sweating
Nausea
Vomiting
Increased Heart Rate
People are prescribed these pills because they’re hurt, and the next thing they know they’re fully dependent on them. Don’t take them and feel like you’re dying. Continue taking them and feel like your normal. It’s no wonder that opioid addiction has tripled over the last ten years and overdose rates are out of control.
In 2014, more than 6 out of 10 drug overdoses were from opioids (prescription painkillers and heroin). Prescription opioids saw the highest number of deaths (5,550) that same year, which was twice as many as the year before.
Prescriptions of opioids have increased tenfold since 1990. Consequently, during this time we’ve also seen an increase in the number of people addicted to prescription pills. Along with this comes a dramatic rise in the number of heroin addicts.
From Injury to Addiction
For those that suffer an injury, prescription painkillers are often necessary. From the football player who suffered one too many concussions to the skier that broke their leg on the slopes, painkillers like oxycodone and hydrocodone are prescribed every single day. And for some, once the injury has healed, they find the desire to continue taking their painkillers somewhat overwhelming.
When someone continually takes opioids over a period of time (like someone with an injury would do), the brain begins to change. It begins to only feel “normal” when opioids are present and functions irregularly when they’re not. Once someone’s been on painkillers for a while, there often becomes a need to take more to feel this “desired” effect. Because of the changes that have taken place in the brain, dependency is something that becomes common.
It’s addiction, and it’s happening to an alarming number of people prescribed pills for pain. What’s caused by something that was supposed to benefit the body often ends up destroying it instead. When someone realizes they’re addicted to pills and can get heroin cheaper they are likely to move to heroin addiction.
The connection between injuries and addiction is real. Understanding this not only helps people better understand how some addiction starts, but can prevent someone from becoming addicted after they’ve suffered an injury and are prescribed medication. If you or a loved one are addicted to prescription pills or heroin contact Crossroads Ibogaine for more information on how ibogaine treatment can be effective for treating your addiction.
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