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V is for Valium.....

Just like the lovely letter 'U', there are very little poisons out there in the land of the letter 'V'....

I'm not even sure why I've opted for valium, other than most people know the drug and the fact that I probably could have used it occasionally myself to deal with a few periods of nasty insomnia.

For those few who may not know of the drug, it's an anti-anxiety medication that is frequently used to help patients suffering from panic attacks, insomnia and the adverse effects of alcohol withdrawal.

Fatally overdosing on valium, alone, is rare...unless the person is already really ill.

No, valium is a drug that doesn't play well with others. So, anyone wishing to use this little gem effectively will need to make sure to drop a few in their victim's vodka cocktail or in their normal sleeping-pill dose...otherwise, they will just sleep deeply with prince/princess valium and wake refreshed and anxiety-free.



Sweet Dreams

You really ought to try this,
can't feel a bloody thing,
I don't care what day or hour it is,
don't give a flip for anything.

I feel a little floaty,
all warm and tingly and slow,
I doubt I'll have the energy,
to wake, just so you know.

I'd rather just stay here, please, 
if you would be so kind,
don't worry if my breathing's ceased,
I assure you, I won't mind.

                                                                                     ---e.a.s. demers
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  1. Jeremy BatesApril 29, 2012 at 5:07 PM

    Actually, there were more ER overdoses for Valium (diazepam) than there were for ALL other drug overdoses combined.

    Valium is also prescribed for back pain. I had it after I injured myself in a parachute jump.

    What did the Rolling Stones call it, mother's little helper? lol

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    1. e.a.s. demersApril 29, 2012 at 5:57 PM

      I suppose I should have specified a bit better, the overdoses were usually in combination with alcohol and sleeping pills--- so, yes, more overdoses than other drugs... just aren't as many from valium on its own.

      And, I'm sure momma could use all the help she could get.. LOL :-)

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