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Canadian OT Changing Lives in Israel

Canadian OT changing lives in Israel
When she began working at Reuth Medical & Rehabilitation Center in Tel Aviv 15 years ago, she was the only occupational therapist on staff. “Now, we're up to 20 occupational therapists,” she says. The role of … On any given day, an OT may help stroke …
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Lakewood NJ Alcohol Drug Rehab Launches Christian-Oriented Treatment … – DigitalJournal.com

Lakewood NJ Alcohol Drug Rehab Launches Christian-Oriented Treatment … – DigitalJournal.com

Lakewood NJ Alcohol Drug Rehab Launches Christian-Oriented Treatment
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Lakewood NJ Alcohol Drug Rehab is launching a Christian-based treatment program for adults and adolescents caught up in the world of drug addiction in Lakewood and surrounding cities. Individuals with strong identities in Jesus Christ have their faith

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Hospitals in Raleigh, North Carolina?

Question by Mariah: Hospitals in Raleigh, North Carolina?
Can someone please tell me the names of all the hospitals in Raleigh and there telephone number if possible?… What about the one with the best NICU?

Grand Rapids MI Alcohol Drug Rehab Announces Extended Intervention Program – PR Web (Press Release)

Grand Rapids MI Alcohol Drug Rehab Announces Extended Intervention Program – PR Web (press release)

I’m Tired of My Addiction and Am Finally Asking for Help?

Question by Needs Help with Addiction: I’m tired of my addiction and am finally asking for help?
For the last 8 months, I’ve been abusing a drug; sleeping pills. The very first time I took any was like sometime early last year, like maybe in January of 2007 or something. I was sick and hadn’t been sleeping well, so my boyfriend’s mom (we live with his parents) gave me two sleeping pills. I was nervous about using them at first, but then like around an hour after taking them, I felt giddy, and dizzy, and drowsy, and I liked it. I know I shouldn’t have but I liked the way I felt. I had to use the bathroom, but wasn’t able to walk very well, so my boyfriend had to pretty much carry me to the bathroom because I almost fell over a bunch of times. Then when we got back to our room, I laid down and was watching an old rerun of America’s Funniest Home Videos, and I just felt really happy, and fell asleep pretty quickly. That was the last time I’d used them until last summer. In September, I had to move to my own apartment for a job, and my boyfriend moved to Idaho for a few months for a personal thing. I figured that, since I was so used to having him be there with me in bed, I’d probably need some extra help for sleeping, so I bought myself a bottle of Kroger sleeping pills, the ones you can buy at Fred Meyer, and have 100 pills a bottle for about $ 7. Anyway, I took two every night; I’m not sure if I did it because I was seriously worried about not being able to fall asleep, or if I did it because I wanted to feel that “high” again. That’s what it turned into, though, only taking it because I was craving that high, that dizzy feeling that for some weird reason made me feel happy. With having my boyfriend live in another state, it was really hard not to feel depressed. Usually, when I took the 2 pills at night, I’d start to feel the “high” within like 40 minutes after taking them. I started taking like 4 a night, and would memorize or write down what time I took them, that way I’d be able to figure out the precise time that I’d start to feel it; usually started feeling it after 40 minutes, like I said, and back then, it lasted for like 4 hours or so. Unfortunately, somewhere along the line, I started seriously abusing them. I was growing increasingly depressed, because it was around New Years, and my boyfriend was still in Idaho, and he didn’t know when he’d be coming back. Since I was feeling really depressed, I didn’t really want to do anything, much less go to work at Carls Jr, where I was a cashier and usually worked about 5 or so hours a day, maybe 3 or 4 days a week. Since I couldn’t just quit my job, I continued to go, eventually deciding to take like four sleeping pills about 20 minutes before I had to be at work, that way I’d be working by the time it hit me, and I could probably remain being in a good mood because of the pills, and therefore would enjoy the day and it’d go by fast. Well, taking them before work, that meant that I took some at night, after work. I think I was probably taking up to 10 or so a day, not all at once though. And I sometimes took a few sleeping pills with a few benadryls, since I got a different sort of high when I did that. My boyfriend moved back in about mid January, and we lived at the apartment until March, when we just couldn’t afford to live there anymore. So we had no choice but to move back here (please don’t make any comments about us living with his parents and not having jobs, I’m sick of asking for advice about something and when people hear that we live with them, they just focus on that). I’m guessing that it was around April when I started taking a seriously large amount, because the small dosages didn’t do anything to me anymore, because I was used to it. I was probably taking about 30 a day, sporadically during the day, but usually taking at least 5 at once. You’re probably wondering how the hell I can afford to take all these pills. Well, I’m sure you’ve guessed that I steal them, because I don’t have money and this stupid addiction has taken over my life and I don’t even want to take these pills anymore, but I continue doing so because I’m afraid that I’ll be majorly depressed if I don’t take them, that I won’t ever be happy. Sometimes I wonder why I find the effect that I get from the pills makes me happy. Lately I’ve been questioning myself quite a bit, yet I still take tons. And in like the last month in a half, I’ve probably upped the number to like 30 to 40 a day. Maybe, I’m not sure. But I steal two bottles like every week. I’ve avoided getting help because I don’t want to admit that I’ve stolen probably $ 500 or so worth of pills. I don’t want to admit that I’ve even taken that many. I’m afraid to talk to someone about this.