Tuesday, October 20, 2009

molecular genetics...

information is power... you can not bury your head in the sand...

* Molecular Genetics is the cause of addiction
*15% of the Population carries the gene
* Once the gene appears in the family 70% of the offspring are likely to carry the gene
*Addicts have higher IQs than most people. The bad news is that they have trouble shutting their minds down.
* Those afflicted are born at birth with lower Endorphine Levels
* Vicodin and Oxy are the most prominent route into Opiate Addiction
* Vicodin is now the # 1 reason behind Liver Transplant requests
* The first Opiate Addict was the wife of the man who invented the Hypodermic Syringe
* Celebrex is an excellent Non-Narcotic Pain Reliever for people coming off of surgeries

About Suboxone, the original drug was introduced as Subutex. A single compound. The second generation is Suboxone. Suboxone has two compounds. Subutex was getting to the streets and Addicts were mixing it with tranquillizers. It became known as "Irish Heroin". The second generation (Suboxone) doesn't work on the street.

Suboxone is far superior as a detox drug for Heroin because Methadone has difficulties.
A fact is that all addicts overdose prescriptions given them from Drs. So an addict will ALWAYS figure out away to dose themselves more than prescribed. High doses of Methadone can cause Respiratory Illness and Death. Methadone of course can be just as addictive as Heroin. Suboxone has a built in overdose govenor. If addicts overdose themselves they experience withdrawal symptoms. If they however stay at the prescribed dose withdrawal is treated.


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

frozen in time...

i sat frozen, thrown back in time

frozen in shock, in disbelief, in sadness

covering my head for protection i knew wouldn't come

getting hit on the head is horrible

pain reverberates,

my teeth throb

my eyes sting,

my blood vessels swell...

i swore never again in my life would i allow someone

to hit me on my head...

it stings! bad!

i cried out... begging you not to pound on me...

my mom was the last person, i was 13 years old...

she was in a drunken rage; reason? simply unknown...

hmmmmm...

thawed out, able to move, i pushed you off of me...

i got kicked in my stomach for my effort to escape

your assault.

petrified one of us was not going to leave this room

on our own accord.

think kaisha... please oh gosh... think... get out of here

leave and live.... stay with evil

you stood at the door screaming at me...

taunting my flight!

breaking my heart

my spine slumped

my steps faltered
darkness pours in to my soul

mocking my pain
panic-sticken i hid in the alley with
shame..
fear, despair, anguish, deperation...
run hide...
calling out to my God
pleading for this nightmare to end!






Monday, October 5, 2009

anger unleased...



directed at me
why?
even you
i would guess
do not know
your words
are like blunt force trauma
assaulting my senses
defecting your onslaught with prayer
almost throwing me into a spin
for once i can shut your words down
quickly
before you draw me into your
world
of prevarication, evil running a muck
where it has no business being...
i wish i could save you....
i thank my God, i am learning i cannot