Bubba's Binge-Up Close and Personal

Bubba's Binge
November 1, 2003

It kinda feels like someone slapped me "upside a da head" with a board this morning. My brain is apparently recovering from an overload of a mother's worry, anquish and anger at having to spend hours last night in the Emergency Room, watching her drug addicted son as he's being treated for his indulgence in yesterday's all-day binge.

Hooked up to the standard medical monitors, I watch his heart rate soar to over 150 and see his muscular young chest pounding in response to the variety of drugs he's used for recreational purposes.

You do this for fun?

But, I have been trained in drug addiction. I realize that this monster grew from recreational use, and now it's a "disease".

I ask, "How does that feel, with your heart straining?" I can't imagine it how uncomfortable it must be!

His eyes half-open, as he lay oddly still on the guerney, he smiles lethargically, and says, "It feels good, like I am running!"

All of this torture to his young body is a result of this "balls to the wall" behavior, as Papa calls it.

That's the way Bubba lives, in everything he does, especially with drugs and alcohol. Bubba has NO restraint, NO fear, NO understanding of his own mortality, NO idea how fragile his body really is, this "Temple of God" that he's destroying. He MUST be thinking....If a little must be good, a lot has to be better!

Continued in next entry................