“Seeking relief, yet finding despair”
One drug was meant to give relief from respiratory trouble, but soon a whole new kind of trouble grabbed hold and nearly pulled her under.
By ALISA ULFERTS, Times Staff Writer
Published December 11, 2005
On April 2, 2004, I lit up my first cigarette in seven years. I considered its glowing tip for a moment, then pressed it into my inner arm. I took it away and pressed again. When I was done, a series of concentric burns blistered black on a surface that stays white even in summer.
I felt only the slightest needle prick with each circle. The smoke that drifted off my skin resembled the fog that had settled over me weeks before, anesthetizing me against pain. The next morning I was surprised to wake with seven weeping sores in the crook of my arm. READ THE ARTICLE
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