#nalaxone

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Aux États-Unis en 2021, les overdoses ont tué autant que le diabète et la maladie d'Alzheimer

Selon des données publiées par les autorités sanitaires américaines, le pays a enregistré 107 000 morts par surdose de drogue en 2021, un record. En 2024 le gouvernement américain souhaite notamment mettre l'accent sur les pratiques dites de "réduction des risques", comme la distribution de naloxone un antidote capable de réanimer une personne en train de faire une overdose, des tests permettant de vérifier la présence ou non de fentanyl, ou les programmes d'échanges de seringues usagées par des propres. L'amélioration de l'accès aux traitements tels que la méthadone ou la buprénorphine est également mise en place. According to data published by American health authorities, the country recorded 107,000 drug overdose deaths in 2021, a record. In 2024 the American government wishes in particular to emphasize so-called "risk reduction" practices, such as the distribution of naloxone, an antidote capable of resuscitating a person having an overdose, tests to verify the presence or not of fentanyl, or programs to exchange used syringes for clean ones. Improving access to treatments such as methadone or buprenorphine is also being implemented

#drogue #usa #fentanyl #nalaxone

[butchfeygela]

harm reduction workers that describe the work they do as 'reducing harm while a person isnt ready to get clean /yet/' honestly fills me with fear like

a) if theyre thinking abt the services they offer as inherently a stop gap before sobriety than they are going to fail a bunch of addicts who dont want to stop and feel condescension when its phrased as a 'dont want to stop /yet/'

b) if they use 'clean' as shorthand for sobriety than they are a fucking shitty public health advocate like??? using 'clean' to denote sobriety or negative sti status explicitly declares all other states as 'dirty' which only further stigmatizes groups tht already avoid treatment and support bc of the stigma

c) i stopped watching tht tiktok at this point bc i was too infuriated but i wouldnt be suprised if there were more red flags

#like at least they seemed to be against forced treatment but if your care giver. the one providing u clean needles and nalaxone. clearly is #waiting for you to make the /correct/ /inevitable/ choice of sobriety and views sobriety as a state of cleanlieness #then are u actually freely choosing to go sober or are you being implicitly oressured into doing so #nikanie #harm reduction

[rabbitmotifs]

going stark raving at inaccuracies in the school newspaper over drugs

#check your sources #stop blaming over the border for our epidemics #they come from our pharmaceutical monopolies #and no the on-campus pharmacy does NOT sell nalaxone STOP SAYING IT DOES

[thrashkink-coven]

Last night I went to a house party with my friends. It was an extremely queer event with all different kinds of people. A birthday party for one of my transfemme friends. Many people there were members of a small group in my city that feeds the homeless and bullies cops. A great assortment of wonderful people. There were drugs, drinks and a lot of laughter. Drag theatre. It was a good experience all in all.

There’s always a point of the party (especially with so many autistic and ND folks) when everyone is laying down on the floor, staring at the ceiling, probably tripping out a little bit, and sharing random memories from their past.

In that little apartment, with abstract art all over the walls, white boards with schedules, appointments and affirming messages scribbled all over, a “do not talk to cops” sign at the front door, and an “all drugs are drugs” sign over the Nalaxone and harm reduction station; the table scale for measuring the right and safe dosage, the quiet room full of funky lights and soft blankets, I felt the overwhelming presence of Aphrodite.

In these small queer spaces where we freaks just get to have fun and stim and vent and do drugs unashamedly in a place where we know we are safe and watched over, maybe even cry about how stupid the world is, hug and kiss and cuddle and laugh, there was so much love and such a strong and beautiful sense of community. Comfort for a group of people who are constantly uncomfortable. Such an intense feeling of connection with strangers I’d never met, and an understanding that, while we may not know eachother, I got you homie. I can get you some water, I can bring you a cupcake. I’ll hold your hair if you need to throw up, I’ll get you a tissue if you need to cry. I’ll listen to the bullshit your dad told you when you came out, what an asshole! I’ll listen to how you rose out of your worst drug binge, and I’ll congratulate you on all the little achievements. I’ll listen. I love you, all of you, and I don’t need to know you to know that… because I just… know you… y’know?

We’re all coping with a world that actively wants us dead. It’s so interesting to sit in a room full of other poor, autistic, disabled, punk, trans adults, all facing some kind of financial struggle, on the brink of homelessness, estranged from family, raising ourselves, raising each other. Coping and surviving, and sometimes even living when we get the chance. When I watch these cool people sharing resources and looking out for each other I’m reminded of the resilience of the queer community, even in the face of great adversity.

We have and will always get together. I think we need to.

#thoughts #queer community #aphrodite deity #aphrodite devotee

[baejax-the-great]

If we are talking poison/healing/whatever drugs, here is how administration is ranked by speed of effect:

Inhalation/smoking

Intravenously (aka an injection specifically into a vein--this is different than an epipen, for example, which is an intramuscular or sometimes a subcutaneous injection)

Snorting a powder

Other injections-- Intramuscular or subcutaneous

Suppository

Ingesting a liquid (faster if on an empty stomach)

Eating

It takes about an hour for anything to get through your stomach, though this will be highly dependent on whether or not food has been consumed recently. Drug absorption does not occur until a drug has passed from the stomach to the small intestine. Oral administration of an antidote could be useful when the drug/poison was administered in food--depending on what kind of antidote it is, it can bind the poison rendering it unable to be absorbed or blocking whatever mechanism of action it has, or prevent it from being broken down into toxic metabolites, and it can do this in the stomach before the poison has reached the victim's system.

Without an antidote, if a poison has been swallowed, purging is the next best solution. Get as much out of the system as you can before it's absorbed and hope whatever was absorbed was not enough to kill you.

These two methods are fully useless for an inhaled poison. Inhaling an antidote is an option, nasally or possibly through a nebulizer or something like that. IV admin of an antidote would also work fairly quickly and is A+ for getting your hero out of a bind. IM injection, like an epipen, also works fairly quickly. Anything else will be pretty slow, so depending on how quick/devastating the poison is, you'll be SOL.

In the real world, an example of this is Narcan (Nalaxone). Used in the case of an opiate overdose, it can be administered intramuscularly, intranasally (inhaled), or intravenously. Anything else would be too slow to be effective.

IM injections are preferred over IV because any person with a hand can work it. Best case scenario, you apply alcohol to the skin of the thigh, belly, or occasionally the sort of bottom meaty part of your upper arm, wait for it to evaporate, and then jab that sucker in. Most people are not trained to find veins.

All of that said, in a magical world with magical items with magical healing properties, you know, you do you. If drinking a potion can mend a bone, I don't see why it couldn't stop a poison. But inhaling that potion might work faster. And eating a solid will never quickly remedy a poison that is already in the blood.

#`writing ref #god digestive tract is NOT my specialty #much better at knowing how poisons attack central nervous system #every single fast acting poison is gonna attack your motorneurons/NMJ/muscle in order to stop breathing/heartbeat #all that blood leakage shit is nonsense #drugs #poison #yes I'm THAT irritated by shadow and bone that I looked up fucking digestive tract bullshit in order to make sure I remembered college bio #needles #injection #sorry tried to tw this post hope i caught the worst of it #opiate mention

[cleaverqueer]

Working on a 'Nalaxone Carrier' patch for the jacket I'm keeping it in :)

#think its gonna stay on Romeo #and ill just wear it exclusively til i get enough doses to carry it in my other jackets

[egopathic]

Hi! Would you mind tagging the nalaxone post for drugs? Thank you

i am absolutely not fucking doing that.

i will not trigger tag a post about opioid overdose awareness so that actual addicts/people who know addicts can’t see it. seems pretty shortsighted, stupid and selfish. block me.

everyone else: look into getting some free naloxone/narcan from your local pharmacy, please.

#questions and answers #this is making me froth at the mouth

[jade-curtiss]

Look post self nalaxone, tsé chu presque cute genre.

#c'est fucking grim mais calisse que le monde #des fois #y #se #magazine des ti clacks

[fallen-grace-smd]

Odd stuff I do for my writing

"My boyfriend is overdosing on DDT!"

"Where did he get DDT?"

"I don't know but he drank 3 liters. Get the nalaxone."

[mountains-moving-91]

Talk IS NOT Cheap.

By this point, you will have lost the humor to my craziness, unless you have been reading from the first post. And this takes more than that is willing to give. Let me take you back to a double-fucking-tree experience that I had one day. 

That job I left, this was back in the good ol days of my time there. I lived R down the street from the office - clearly, pre-VID. But I had a puppy so I would go home on my lunch break and let the little LOCA out to potty. Let’s keep it real, right quick => If you name your dog Loca, you get an over-energetic but sweet/andloving pup…and if your next round-2-lets-get-a-dog-for-comfort-sit-i-ations gets named Mira, you WILL get the exact opposite, skittish-andloving kinda dog. Rewind just a tad now…I was on my way home from what should have taken around 10 minutes to get home. I had to go around, the extra-super-long-by 20ish or more minutes, to get there. I was frustrated as all get out, at first, because a 30 min drive home (from work / "@ lunch") takes away from half of your lunch-break-to play brain-workouts (sudoko), when you have at least - AND BARE FUCKING MINIMUM - a 10 min drive back to the office for the rest of the working day. That day, that moment before I left for my lunch (however many minutes before I actually got in my car to go to lunch), was another families VERY VERY worst day, for the rest of their lives.

See, this is where we need to ROID-up the DARE program…with more than NARCAN/(definition: a synthetic drug, similar to morphine, which blocks opiate receptors in the nervous system.). Narcan - AKA Nalaxone for generic terms - is basically liquid gold to a frequent/flyer type of over-doser. If mid over-dose (but caught before death), narcan can bring you back to the living and breathing world. It is a last resort to save_a_life type of drug. The other&closer fam, SABOXONE - it can treat narcotic dependence, is the first resort to try and save an addict from getting high. — oops, my bad. That is what I USEDed to use it for. If prescribed and taken as intended, it can ease some of the pain from the withdraws. Nah, rewind again, with my ADHD-more-so-than-I used to be ass, because this is an important and really sad story. 

TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED NEXT goes here! Just keep swimming, with Dora and Nemo. We got you. Yes...still (because I am sorry about parts of even my newest "past".

#bythe12 #STILL #Freedom #backthekind #speakupspeakout #mentalhealth

[exjunkiebaby]

2 days ago, I died.

I was dead for less than a minute, but I was still dead. My hands were cold, my heart stopped beating, and my lips turned pale blue. I didn't know I had died. In fact, I thought I had been drugged. One second I was smoking, and the next my vision was blurry and I felt sick to my stomach. I ran to the bathroom and my reality was crumbling.

I came back, stumbling and angry. I looked at my boyfriend and asked, "what the fuck just happened to me? Did somebody drug me? I feel weird and sick to my stomach."

My boy looked sad and nervous. He finally said, "No. You literally just overdosed. You fell on your back. You stopped breathing and you were blue. I used your narcan. It's in the trash if you don't believe me."

I kept asking, "are you serious?!" And "you're lying!" But it became clear to me, by the look on my boyfriend's face, that this reality he spoke of was real. It was fucking real. I fucking overdosed, died, and was revived. I never thought this would happen to ME. I was "smart" about drugs. I knew when enough was enough. But with fentanyl, that very first hit could be your last.

Of course, since the nalaxone eliminated the opiates in my system, I needed to smoke more so I wasn't sick. Tears rolled down my face as I took hit after hit. I realized, logically, that my behavior was absolutely insane and absurd. The substance the fucking killed me was the same substance I needed to feel better after it killed me. Opiates are the devil.

I instantly thought of my dead friend, Dwayne. He died just like me. The difference? I was with somebody. He was alone and had nobody to save him. He could have been revived. He could still be here. His spirit could still be in his body. But it's not. His spirit is floating somewhere, and his body is buried in the ground. My body is still moving, and yet apart of me wishes nobody had saved me.

It's morbid and it's not fair to Dwayne. I have a second chance and he doesn't. I remember seeing Dwayne's body. I was dissociated. But I saw his body and his handsome face and I was sober and I hated opiates and that hatred burned a hole in my heart and that hole is still there but the demon that lives inside me does not fucking care and will never care. The demon is happy that they killed my friend, and the demon wants me to be the next one in the casket. The demon tells me nobody loves me and that I am a burden and that drugs will help and that they will help and they will help and-

I will never forget that funeral. I willl never forget his younger sisters staring at his dead body. I will never forget the wails of his mother. I will never forget my best friends holding each other's hands, holding my hand. We told ourselves that we didn't have to grieve alone and that we didn't have to walk this wolrd alone. We were all shook to the core. I only cried once, during the slideshow of his life. There was a picture of all of us at Junior Prom. It hit me, at the moment, that my friend was truly gone. My heart broke into pieces and my brain could not comprehend death and so I cried out of fear and confusion and the love I had for Dwayne.

It feels like he died last week. I haven't truly grieved. But having died myself, I have a better understanding. I thought of my own funeral, about the people who would attend. My friends who are ignoring me at the moment would probably feel deep regret. My mother would blame herself. My father would be silent, but behind closed doors he would sob. My siblings would never be the same. My sister would never be the same. The people who thought I would make it would feel hopeless. Me, truly dead, would change lives for the worse. Me, truly dead, would mean the demon wins. Me, truly dead, means I never amounted to anything. Me, truly dead, means I was just another junkie. Me, truly dead, means I'm a statistic. Me, truly dead, means no more chances.

No more rehab attempts, no sober living attempts, no therapy attempts, no attempts at meetings and events and showing people that I can do this. Showing YOU that I can do this. I know I can. I was doing so, so good from January-May, but this drug addiction bit me in the ass. I let it go on for longer than it needed to. My relapses became more reoccurring. Once a week turned to twice a week. Twice turned to three. Three turned to five. And finally (last week) I realized I had been usint every. Single. Fucking. Day. I was hit with that impending doom feeling. That feeling that says, "well, it's too late to stop now. Keep going!"

And i kept going until I died. I kept going until my mom found my collection of used foil. I kept going until my family members felt emotionality crippled. I kept going until I felt too broken to move. I kept going until all my real friends were gone. I kept going until I had nothing left and I was faced with myself.

#death #drugs #drug addiction #disease #anxiety #depression #help me #mental health #tw #trigger warning #suicide #od #fentanyl #overdose #heroin #narcan #nalaxone #personal #dwayne #rip #funeral #friends #hope #hopeless #rehab #i hate me #kill me #second chance #alive #lifeless

[twistedwhitesnow]

#pills #meds #cure #medicine #broadwalk dumpster #on the road #per strada #use bins #apotheke #apothecary #hey doc #nalaxone #pillole #pastiglie #pasticche #arancia #buccia #peel #natura morta #still life #orange #🍊 #vitamine #blister

[okayaniele]

Diabetics can get narcan/nalaxone for free too

[pathologising]

hey bestie im starting low dose nalaxone for neuroinflammation to prevent low grade chronic encephalomyelitis and i wasnt excited until seeing how excited you are about encephalitis like YESSS DISEASES now im so hyped

I love u <3 I hope the treatment helps !!!

[opiatesandspeed]

Where do you buy naloxone?

You can ask at any pharmacy if your state allows it... Also I’m starting the @officialnodsquad page to very soon send out nalaxone to anyone who is interested... So check that out in about a week or two

[docdcarter]

“God Damnit,” Damian said, yanking off his gloves and throwing them on the ground. The sound of a flatline drones on behind him as he calls time of death for the third time in three days. He runs his bare hand through his hair, fighting back another curse and the sinking feeling that this was just the beginning. Damian felt the losses just a little too hard. And there wasn’t one that didn’t weigh on him. 

“Call the pharmacy,” he said to a nurse, who had already begun the work of moving machines away from the body. “I think we’re gonna need to have Nalaxone on standby.” 

With a look of desperation in his eyes, Damian turned to Rowan. “Third one. Someone’s pushing a bad batch.” He’d seen it living in Memphis. One dealer gets his hands on something tainted and the whole batch is out in the world before they even realize it. But in a town like Olympus? Half the population could be dead before Tuesday. “Poor guy had no idea.”

@rowanthane

#interact : thread #thread : rowan #.011