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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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Saturday, August 6, 2022

Contact me now, please.

You moved Home to Heaven 30 weeks ago last night. I'm in the anger stage of grief. That usually means that the survivor is angry with the loved one who has died.

I'll admit, there is some of that. I wish you had stopped doing what you were doing or at least slowed down what you were doing. I even told you that I was getting scared as I watched the pace at which you were advancing your efforts.
But I'm far angrier at the medical professionals who, once you had found your ready moment and submitted to professional care, had the audacity to tell you that they were discharging you from the emergency room in which you had been brought in by ambulance at your request because they needed your bed "for real patients". You died about 5 days later.

That's who I'm most angry at.

For the past 30 weeks, I've been hoping to find an attorney or two or more who would help the overall situation of barbaric treatment by medical professionals upon folks like yourself who were suffering from this horrendous disease of substance use disorder. And so far not a single attorney has been found.
There was one attorney who expressed some interest in coming up with a solution. His idea was to 302 for a minimum of 5 days anyone who overdosed and had been saved by Narcan. Unfortunately, that attorney was also the regular jawn of at least one woman on the street reliant on prostitution to fund her addiction. And so with those kinds of attorneys putting forth some artificial effort to end this nightmare, is it any wonder that we're not making any progress?
I'm looking for attorneys who will look at the legal aspects of this barbaric treatment of the human beings on the streets of Kensington who are being so grossly treated.

Are you one of those attorneys who would step forward? Are you an attorney who does not have the expertise for such a situation but knows of an attorney or attorneys who could help? I'm reaching out to you as well.
Let's end this nightmare just as much as it can possibly be ended.
Contact me now, please.


Monday, August 1, 2022

See the dreams trapped inside the individual and do your part to release those dreams back into reality.

Who is this delightful individual with the tremendous smile and the seemingly always perky personality? I needed to know. All I knew about her was that she is from a suburban county not all that far from my own. We sat down at table 103 at the local McDonald's and she shared with me who she is when she's not trapped in her addiction and living homeless on the streets of Kensington.

The reality of her essence jumped out of her as she shared with me how she had been working toward her Bachelor of Science degree in nursing at a Main Line University. She went on to explain to me many of the pharmacology aspects of the illicit drugs and the healing drugs that are involved or would like to be involved in her world. In follow-up conversations since then, I asked her what type of nursing she would like to be involved in when she gets back into it. She didn't have to think long.

Neonatal intensive care…” was her response.

In the very few weeks since that lunch at McDonald's, she has told me that she knows that she's the only person getting in her way of getting to detox and yet she cannot bring herself to make that leap from the street. And so she tolerates for reasons that she can explain but can not fight the continuous need to do dates to provide funding for her drugs and to be held up at gunpoint when the guy who has just had her for his own purposes demands his money back.

The next time that any medical professional sees any man or woman coming into their care for substance use disorder related issues, they should look beyond whatever emaciation or self-inflicted injection injuries there may be and realize the individual in front of them may be a nurse in waiting or a professional counselor in waiting or a social worker in waiting or a neurosurgeon in waiting, etc etc etc. 

Look past the current situation in front of you, medical professional. See the dreams trapped inside the individual and do your part to release those dreams back into reality.