This blog is my public diary of experiences that I've had as I become increasingly involved in the area of Kensington, Pa. I am including experiences that I am having as I sit down, one on one, with homeless people who are dealing with Substance Use Disorder. All Names have been changed and, occasionally, I share a story using the opposite pronoun (he/she him/her), as an additional way to assure privacy.
Please Know...
As I come to know these fine people, they share with me more of their personal and sensitive stories. Their collective story is what I am trying to share with you as my way of breaking the stereotypical beliefs that exist. "Blog names" have occasionally been given to me by the person whose story I am telling. Names are never their actual names and wherever I can do so, I might use the opposite pronoun (his/her, etc.) just to help increase their privacy.
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- It is time to "Plow Down Medicaid Mountain!"
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- The opposite of addiction is connection.
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Saturday, December 29, 2018
What if Emergency Rooms Treated Opioid-Addicted Patients?
Thursday, December 27, 2018
The Two Worlds of Addiction Recovery
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
The Power of Addiction: Does Anybody Hear?
A hundred miles an hour
In the wrong direction
She is trying
But the canyon is ever widening
In the depths of her cold heart
So she sets out on another misadventure just to find
She's another two years older and she's three more steps behind
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today?
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
For shelter and affection
That she never found at home
She is searching
For a hero to ride in,
To ride in and save the day
And then walks in her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
A momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today?
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
If lofty glances from lofty people
Who can't see past her scarlet letter
And we never even met her
If lofty glances from lofty people
Who can't see past her scarlet letter
And we never even met her
Never even met her
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today?
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today?
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
Thursday, December 6, 2018
Suicide by Deliberate Overdose Averted and Two Tiramisus To Go
Permission to photograph was obtained from Mr. Croquette Potato Head. |
The tiramisus did not want to be photographed. Out of respect, I've used this very similar photo from the web. |
Tuesday, December 4, 2018
Dear Emergency Room and Urgent Care Staff,
Sunday, December 2, 2018
A Tale of Fraternal Twins And Simulated Hardwood Floors
In recent months, I have become increasingly aware of the lack of care, compassion, and competence on the part of Medicaid level providers as compared to their private insurance counterparts.
Medicaid patients are losing their lives as a result of these differences.
On the Day that George and John were born, their parents, in a fog of addiction, gave them up at local safe drop off stations, George on one day at one such station and John on another day at another station. As fraternal twins, they looked nothing alike. They bore no identical traits other than the propensity for addiction that lingered quietly within them.
George woke up in his tent in a "homeless people's encampment." He glanced over at his tent mate, a young lady in her twenties. She lay there blue and lifeless with a noticeable facial injury, the result of a date gone bad just hours before. This, combined with other recent street deaths of friends by overdose, pneumonia and one out of control car and his own multiple overdoses saved by Narcan in recent months watered a seed of rational thinking that had laid dormant for years within George.