I was talking to a patient recently about her different experiences using heroin vs fentanyl. She’s been using opioids a long time. Too long, by her count.
She explained the difference to me like this (shared with permission):
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With heroin, she had a 6-12 hour period after using when she could reliably expect to feel well. She could work, or visit with family. She could get a full night’s sleep and know she had enough left over to get well in the morning. She managed this way for years.
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With the transition of our street drug supply from heroin to fentanyl, all that relative stability and predictability was lost. Because fentanyl is so short acting, she has to use every 3-4 hours to stay well. She wakes up in the middle of the night sick, forced to use.
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Because illicit fentanyl is so unpredictable, she never has enough to make sure she can stay well until tomorrow. What if this batch is bunk? What if the next one is? With such variable potency she is constantly worried about running out and becoming sick.
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With heroin there was some reprieve, but with fentanyl the hustle to stay well is relentless. She likened the stress of her fentanyl habit to being homeless - constantly worried about how she’s going to get this basic daily need met, and what will happen if she can’t.
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She’s housed now, but “with fentanyl, it’s like I’m homeless in my mind. I can’t let my guard down to rest, not even for one second. I have to stay in the hustle every moment to stay safe, to stay well.”
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Also shared with permission: she sells fentanyl to make enough money to support her own dependence. She doesn’t like doing it, but day labor has become nearly impossible with all the time and energy it takes to manage her habit.
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Increasingly harsh punishments for possessing and selling fentanyl, like those under consideration in the CO legislature, won’t solve the problem when most people who distribute are doing so at low levels to support their own dependence.
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You know what WOULD stop her selling fentanyl? Easier access to #MOUD like methadone, buprenorphine, sustained-release oral morphine, and prescribed injectable heroin to stabilize her dependence. No need for fentanyl ➡️ no need to hustle ➡️ less fentanyl bought and sold.
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She would love to stop selling, but will never be able to as long as she herself is reliant on an unforgiving, unpredictable street drug supply. Given a safe supply, she WILL use it and be under considerably less pressure to sell herself.
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For the people asking “but can’t she be on methadone or buprenorphine?!” - yes. We discussed both options in great detail, as that is literally my job. She’s engaged in care and getting the best possible treatment under the circumstances. I won’t be sharing anything more.
Wow, I’m blown away by the overwhelmingly positive response. For every 1 stigmatizing or uninformed comment, there have been 100+ wanting solutions rooted in evidence-based #harmreduction, NOT punishment & incarceration. We are not in the minority, and we ARE voting constituents.
I will be sure to share your messages of support, compassion, and hope with my patient. Imagine if *everyone* who struggles with chaotic substance use could feel this outpouring of unconditional love.
Finally, before I mute replies, hello to all my unexpected new followers! I tweet about #harmreduction, addiction medicine, and heavy metal. I love people who use drugs and pitbulls. That’s all you really need to know about me. 😘
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How I know all you new interns are gonna be ok: a brief story
My first rotation of residency was in the ED. Day 2, I was managing a patient w/ septic shock, persistently hypotensive after the 30cc/kg bolus, on abx but not looking good.
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2/x My resident asked what I wanted to do next for the pt, and I froze. Not a single clue. I think I said something like “I could, uh, call the family and have them come in to say goodbye?”
B/c in that moment, my algorithm for management of septic shock ended after…fluids.
3/x Guys, it’s not like in a moment under pressure I forgot which pressor was first line for management of septic shock, or didn’t know how to titrate the drip.
I FORGOT THAT PRESSORS, AS AN ENTIRE CLASS OF MEDICATIONS OR EVEN AS A CONCEPT, EXIST. 🤦♀️
And although I’m only there part time, I’m also proud to help highlight the important work being done by @BHCHP and AHOPE on the CCiR van, day in and day out, by dedicated providers like @JoeWrightMD@Dinahlew@e8b8r@JessieGaeta@Boston_Mackin and others.
It’s been an immense privilege to care for patients as part of these teams, and to learn from the clinical and lived experience of some of the most powerful leaders in this field.
4 years ago tomorrow would have been my 1st #residency interview, at @mghmedres. I know this because 4 years ago today my dad died unexpectedly in Denver while I was in Boston. I cancelled the interview from the tarmac at 6am the day of, and flew home.
It’s a whole 🧵
2/ This will not be a memorial thread about how much I love and miss my dad, although I do and I do. Weirdly, this is a @mghmedres appreciation and #medstudenttwitter celebration thread. Bear with me.
3/ I was home for 8 days after my dad died. In those 8 days I missed 6 interviews. 3 programs offered their sympathy and little else. The other 3 offered whatever it damn well took to get me rescheduled and to support me in doing what I needed to do - interview.
August 31 is International #Overdose Awareness Day. Every year I reflect on all the people we’ve lost, but especially Arielle. Here we are at 18 - careless, happy assholes. She was brilliant, snarky, a talented musician, and she died at age 26 from a poisoned drug supply.
In the last 2 years of her life, Arielle went to jail, went to rehab, and “got clean.”
Jail didn’t save her.
Rehab didn’t save her.
Abstinence didn’t save her.
There is no excuse for her death or for any of the 71,000 overdose deaths in 2019, not when evidence-based treatments for #OUD exist. Not one damn more person should die alone from a treatable condition in the year #2020.