She was slumped against the wall. Her hands were purple. No pulse, no breathing, no vital signs. Fentanyl overdose. My response to overdose has changed over the years. In the early days of this work, it caused me panic. My fingers trembled as I engaged in the cumbersome process of preparing a syringe with a dose of Naloxone (the drug that can reverse an opioid overdose). One time I cut myself while breaking the glass ampule containing the chemical agent.
This type of lifestyle feels so far away, but it’s not. In around the block, on the streets, in the shadows. I don’t know how you do it Robert. You lost your brother to drugs, I lost a sister. She didn’t want to be saved, she wanted an exit and found one. I admire the work you do…
so glad you were there. love you.
This type of lifestyle feels so far away, but it’s not. In around the block, on the streets, in the shadows. I don’t know how you do it Robert. You lost your brother to drugs, I lost a sister. She didn’t want to be saved, she wanted an exit and found one. I admire the work you do…
❤️
So vivid man!! I felt like I was living this with your words acting as the conduit to this experience. Thanks again for sharing Robert.