How To Make Valium At Home

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  • diazepam: a tranquilizer (trade name Valium) used to relieve anxiety and relax muscles; acts by enhancing the inhibitory actions of the neurotransmitter GABA; can also be used as an anticonvulsant drug in cases of nerve agent poisoning
  • Diazepam , first marketed as Valium by Hoffmann-La Roche, is a benzodiazepine derivative drug. It is commonly used for treating anxiety, insomnia, seizures including status epilepticus, muscle spasms, restless legs syndrome, alcohol withdrawal, benzodiazepine withdrawal and Ménière's disease.
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how to make valium at home
Will's Room
Will's Room
I've finally had time to develop and scan a few photos. This is the first shot from my new 50mm Distagon. All new lenses take some getting used to and this one is no different I suppose. It's been a crazy few weeks. My Mom and Sister came in just after Christmas and it seems that's when life spiraled downward for me, unfortunately! I've been stubborn about going to the dentist but had some pain so finally went in. By the time Christmas rolled around I'd been on Hydrocodone for three weeks while the dentist sorted out what my problem was. I had a root canal but it didn't ease the pain - at all. I still had my wisdom teeth so they decided one must go. I didn't go to an oral surgeon for some reason. The dentist pulled this wisdom tooth. They gave me a pair of pills to take the day of and the valium just didn't work. I was given a shot to numb me and he began pulling. I could hear him ask for tools...fight over a certain tool (long handed pliers) and him say things I won't repeat for the squeamish. I wasn't prepared for the pain afterwards, mentally. I was reduced to jello and milk shakes. Still am, mostly. One week later. It goes on. I woke up last Wednesday morning thinking my tooth pain had gotten me up so as I trodded of for the kitchen drawer it hit me hard that it was my heart feeling pain. I walked back to the bedroom and as I kneeled beside the bed it hit full force. I didn't know if I was having a heart attack in my early thirties or if it was something else. I made enough noise Laura woke and called an ambulance. I couldn't believe it! At one point I made my way to just laying flat on the ground face down against the bed. Laura came in and thought I might be dead, I'm sure. I'm so sorry dear! A rush to the ER (in our own car) and it turns out the medicine caused enough acid in my stomach to make me feel like I was having a heart attack...but I wasn't, thankfully. But it isn't over. We get home and I wake with a crazy temperature, can't keep warm no matter how many blankets you keep on me and my wisdom-less tooth is killing me! Back to the ER Laura drags me and seven hours later a guy comes in and gives me a shot in the you know where. Mom clears the room but I could still see her feet outside the door, behind the curtain. I wanted to cuss but she was too near, really. I fear shots and that one left me limping. I won't tell you Laura's ordeal at the hospital. It really was horrible though. Either way, we're all alive and although I'm still a dental nightmare I'm feeling okay to post. I'll try to jump in on the 16 things I've seen floating around. I really enjoyed yours LL!
How I look when I write.
How I look when I write.
What I write. The unknown lives in the deepest, darkest parts of the ocean. She rises up to the rocking surface where water meets sky to touch the places that shimmer in sunlight. Her hair grazes our skin when we swim, her lavender skirts billow around us, offering us safety we ignore. She is calm. She is wild. She is all that is and what we choose to forget. One day we will remember. One day we will go home. Until then, we stand in awe at the shore. The unknown is a trembling fountain, waiting to be claimed. The unknown is like the language of my ancestors, burrowed in my roots, a part of all that I am, that I can’t touch. The unknown is scary to me because of the following: 1.) It threatens my illusion of stability. 2.) I like to feel safe, not powerful, not fragile. 3.) I might not be who I think I am. The unknown is exciting to me because of the following: 1.)I might be better and stronger than I think. 2.)The love I feel connecting us all, the god I believe in might actually be truth. 3.)If there was nothing to be afraid of, there would be nothing to hide from. If I were to make a journey into the unknown I would take with me: 1.) Valium or something to keep me from freaking out 2.) The illusion of control and hopefully I’d loose it on the journey. 3.)Someone to hold my hand and talk to along the way.