Ibogaine is administered by experienced MDs. Doctors are constantly present during the treatment, and they use heart monitors in order to ensure patient safety. The treatments are administered in a private gated community in Mexico, a few miles south of San Diego, California. The treatment duration is from Monday morning, when the patient is picked up at their hotel in San Diego, until Friday afternoon., when the patient is dropped off at the San Diego airport or another San Diego site of their choice.
“Decreased post withdrawal drug cravings…”
Clients are responsible for getting themselves to San Diego, and they take care of them from there. Included in the cost are food, lodging, all medications needed, and transportation to and from the airport or other San Diego destination. With valid photo ID (no passport needed for US citizens) there is absolutely no problem crossing the US-Mexico border in either direction. The border region is very safe, and has all the infrastructure and amenities of the US.
One of the most important aspects in the success of the ibogaine treatment and in long-term abstinence is the patient’s willingness to change from present addictive and destructive behaviors, and to work on him or herself with a positive attitude. Patients need to be aware that although ibogaine facilitates the detoxification process, greatly diminishing withdrawal symptoms, there are sometimes residual withdrawal symptoms. These symptoms are managed with medication at the facility, and some patients with heavy prolonged addiction may need small additional doses of ibogaine. This treatment method is the most humane and effective way currently available for opiate, stimulate, and non-physiologically dependent alcohol addictions.
Stay tuned for Part 3 of 3.
Not all patients are good candidates for ibogaine therapy. Contact them to see if you are eligible for treatment.
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Saturday, February 9, 2008
My ability to overcome my addictions
My mind has just become, completely blank. I posted a blog about the importance of each of my daughters in my blog called "Struggling Parents". It is the one thing that I have been thinking about in the last few day. I will tell you why, because the last few days I have been completely sober, of most of my pain medications and my mind has been thinking no-stop of many things. When I am taking my soma medication my mind is confused or just plain blank, but when I am off of it I am in more of reality, and that is part of recovery from being an addict. I admit that I have the ability to become addicted to everything.
In my recovery from being an alcoholic, I have realized that reality is quite frightening to me. What it is that I want in my life and then it hits me and I ask myself "Have I come to a dead-end street?"... "Have the lights been turned off, forever?" ..."Where is the light?"..."which direction do I go?"..."what is wrong with me?"...these are an addicts fears.
So I pause and desire to go forward and that is where my daughter Alex comes in, she tells me that it is possible to continue to work, I'm not completely dead, or disabled. Persists is her middle name. My strength is my daughter Jilly, she fights to believe in her higher power and clings to it, that its the right direction and that her inner voice is the choice and decision she makes, and pushing out the negative.
I am babbling on and on, my mind is focused on that job I applied for. It is a live-in position as a care giver. He is allowing me to stay at his Dads house, rent free and going to pay wages to me. He called me this morning telling me him and his brother will be reviewing the applications and will get back to me, but his Dad is in a care home facility and has to remain there for 3-4 weeks because of the medi-care rules.
Only thing is that I am afraid of getting it because my self esteem and my abilities of caring for him. I haven't done nursing in so long, returning back to work, especially a live-in position has put a little fear into me on whether or not I am able to preform this responsibility. But more of me wants to because I miss working, as I use to be a workaholic. I miss the rush in the beginning of a shift and the ending of one. My miss my co-workers and being able to make the patients pleased with the care I give them.
Darn, I am not able to say exactly what it is I want to say, its all mumbling to me...I have a little anxiety now and then, and I found out what helps and that is to walk somewhere kinda fast, but I am so out of shape.
Another thing is that my boyfriend needs me, and he says he will miss me. I will diffidently miss him, he needs someone to help him keep his house cleaned.
"Will I be able to preform with my disability?"..."my pain?"...and "Being on these pain medications?"...I would have to stop taking the ones that keep me confused seeing that the patient is confused, it would be like the blind leading the blind. I know that I could quit because I have quit so many other addictions in my live and I can become addicted to my work again. My fear is that when my pain reaches to high of a level and I am not able to preform to help him. I've gone to the emergency room because of my pain level reaching the highest level, causing me to vomit and not being able to keep my eyes open. I get a headache like a migraine and it causes me to vomit. These are my fears.
Anywho, thanks for reading my jumbling and rambling on...have a great weekend !!!
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In my recovery from being an alcoholic, I have realized that reality is quite frightening to me. What it is that I want in my life and then it hits me and I ask myself "Have I come to a dead-end street?"... "Have the lights been turned off, forever?" ..."Where is the light?"..."which direction do I go?"..."what is wrong with me?"...these are an addicts fears.
So I pause and desire to go forward and that is where my daughter Alex comes in, she tells me that it is possible to continue to work, I'm not completely dead, or disabled. Persists is her middle name. My strength is my daughter Jilly, she fights to believe in her higher power and clings to it, that its the right direction and that her inner voice is the choice and decision she makes, and pushing out the negative.
I am babbling on and on, my mind is focused on that job I applied for. It is a live-in position as a care giver. He is allowing me to stay at his Dads house, rent free and going to pay wages to me. He called me this morning telling me him and his brother will be reviewing the applications and will get back to me, but his Dad is in a care home facility and has to remain there for 3-4 weeks because of the medi-care rules.
Only thing is that I am afraid of getting it because my self esteem and my abilities of caring for him. I haven't done nursing in so long, returning back to work, especially a live-in position has put a little fear into me on whether or not I am able to preform this responsibility. But more of me wants to because I miss working, as I use to be a workaholic. I miss the rush in the beginning of a shift and the ending of one. My miss my co-workers and being able to make the patients pleased with the care I give them.
Darn, I am not able to say exactly what it is I want to say, its all mumbling to me...I have a little anxiety now and then, and I found out what helps and that is to walk somewhere kinda fast, but I am so out of shape.
Another thing is that my boyfriend needs me, and he says he will miss me. I will diffidently miss him, he needs someone to help him keep his house cleaned.
"Will I be able to preform with my disability?"..."my pain?"...and "Being on these pain medications?"...I would have to stop taking the ones that keep me confused seeing that the patient is confused, it would be like the blind leading the blind. I know that I could quit because I have quit so many other addictions in my live and I can become addicted to my work again. My fear is that when my pain reaches to high of a level and I am not able to preform to help him. I've gone to the emergency room because of my pain level reaching the highest level, causing me to vomit and not being able to keep my eyes open. I get a headache like a migraine and it causes me to vomit. These are my fears.
Anywho, thanks for reading my jumbling and rambling on...have a great weekend !!!
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