RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman

Lots of drugs can be.

For people that can't swallow pills, a lollipop is a good delivery device.

 

It seems those who knew him best were the least surprised about the news.

Always sounded a little weird that his estranged partner, Mimi whatever, sent someone to check on him when he didn't show up to take their kids for the day. Most people just curse their exes and figure they're off having fun.

 

Revenge! The Scientology killed him!

http://21stcenturywire.com/2014/02/04/49-bags-the-philip-seymour-hoffman-conspiracy/

 

Just make your pharmacist issues a warning. My stepfather was told that they needed to be put away. Those things were potent enough to kill a small child.

Worse, he had two of them one time driving him from our friend's house in northwest Ohio back home. He was pretty messed up ... i.e., drugged.

 

It made Reid sad.

http://www.c-span.org/video/?c4483347

 

Oh, and you're going to start seeing Shumlin's face a lot more nationally.

 

This thread has made me sick to my stomach, and yet I keep reading it.

Please, take a few minutes and read this.

http://www.electricfeast.com/a-note-about-philip-seymour-hoffman-addiction-is-not-selfish/

 

Our flight medics use them quite often. In traumatic injuries (amputations, for example), the patients suck on them until they've had enough (read: pass out) and the lollipop falls out.

 

That's really clever. Never thought about them being used in combat situations. Almost every time you post, I learn some cool new thing.

 

Yeah, it's cool until some Afghan soldier doesn't quite understand the instructions and crunches it like a jolly rancher.

 

Holy fuck.

 

Brother, I'm right there with you. I've been on oxy for three years because of my spinal injury. Without pain pills, I'm at an 8. With pills, I get down to 4, maybe 3 on a good day. Every two months, I see my pain managament doctor. Not much can be done anymore but manage my pain levels. He always asks if I want to up my dosage. I tell him, "Fuck. No."

I don't quite take enough to get high or any eurphoric feelings. But the absence of pain is addicting itself. Maybe they're the same thing for me. Maybe the absence of pain is the high. I don't know. I never did any kind of drugs prior to the injury.

Back in November, I landed my first job after an 18-month drought, a seaonal job at a Toys R Us. The first shift was only five hours, and it was excruciating. I went home, had my wife lock up the pain pills except for my night dose, and had her feed me only what I'm prescribed as I stayed in bed for two days. I didn't think about getting high, I just thought about gobbling a few more pills to take the pain away. But I also knew I shouldn't. I told myself to fucking suck it up, and that the worst of the pain would pass as my body recovered and got back to a level where I could function.

Luckily, the supervisors worked with the doctor to modify my schedule and duties so that the job wasn't so physically demanding. I became the living cliche of the disabled greeter, but at least it was a paycheck for a few months. The job was a test to see how my body would hold up, and now I know to not put myself into a job like that again.

That is the closest I've come to losing control. It's different for everybody.