I remember as a kid seeing those scared-straight commercials on after-school TV. You know, the “this-is-your-brain-on-drugs” commercials with the egg and the frying pan. They were part of the Reagan-era War on Drugs that many people now consider an epic fail.
Since the egg-in-the-frying-pan thing didn’t work so well, maybe this anecdote will help get the message across.
Last night my partner and I were called to Insite to deal with a man who had assaulted a staff member. He’s a hardcore drug addict who now has several medical and mental health issues due to his drug abuse. He claims Satan tells him not to shower, and not long ago I watched as he tore off all his clothes and masturbated in the middle of Main and Hastings Street, then did a hood slide across a police car before getting arrested.
Tonight, he was arrested and sent to jail, then later to hospital due to a medical issue. My partner and I were sent to guard him, at a combined $80 an hour.
I sat at the end of the hospital bed and watched as nurse after nurse tried to draw blood from his veins. They tried his arms, then his legs, then his feet. They couldn’t draw blood, because after nearly a decade of drug abuse, all of the veins on this man’s body had hardened, collapsed and disappeared.
All but one — the vein in his penis.
That’s right. The only vein left on this man’s body is on his appendage. And it’s that vein he jabs with a needle three, four, five times a day. Just to get high. He’d happily do it more, if only he could find more dope.
As she was searching for a vein, the nurse asked him if he was wanted to go into treatment.
“Drug treatment?” he asked.
“Yeah,” said the nurse.
He pretended to doze off and didn’t answer.
I bet he never thought it would turn out like this the first time he tried drugs.Share