In the land of instant gratification, the idea of going to the doctor, receiving an injection and then going home a non-smoker sounds great. In fact it sounds too good to be true. So is it?
For more than a decade, there have been injections available that are supposed to help you stop smoking. They started out using scopolamine and atropine in the injections. The newer version uses scopolamine and Atarax. It is marketed under the name SMART Shot.
Scopolamine is most commonly used to treat motion sickness, intestinal cramping and to dilate pupils during eye exams. It is currently being investigated for its possible usefulness by itself or in combination with other drugs to help people with breaking the nicotine habit. Side effects include: dry mouth, throat and nasal passages, thirst, blurred vision and sensitivity to light, constipation and difficulty urinating.
Atropine is made from the deadly nightshade plant and can be poisonous. It is used to treat extremely low heart rates in cardiac arrest, as an antidote to some poisons. Its side effects include: dizziness, nausea, blurred vision, loss of balance, dilated pupils, confusion and hallucinations.
Atarax is an antihistamine used primarily for the treatment of itches and irritations, to reduce nausea and as a weak pain killer. Side effects include: deep sleep, dizziness, ringing in the ear, low blood pressure, dry mouth and constipation.
Now how these drugs are supposed to help you quit smoking, I don't know. And apparently neither does the FDA. The website that markets the SMART Shot (www.smokingshot.com) states "The SMART Shot is a new and improved smoking cessation shot consisting of a combination of two medicines that have been around for over a decade and are FDA-approved for indications other than quitting smoking." At first glance it appears that this is a FDA-approved product. But read the wording closely and you will see that the site states that the two drugs (scopolamine and Atarax) are FDA-approved drugs. (And the are.) But that the FDA does NOT approve those drugs to be used as a smoking cessation product. (Which it doesn't.)
But does it work? Bottom line - who knows. SMART shot claims a 70-80% success rate, but doesn't back up their claims with any data or show any proof in the form of results from clinical testing.
Meanwhile, testing is underway on a stop smoking injection called NicVax. It is a vaccine that is supposed to make the immune system create antibodies that will bind with the nicotine and prevent it from ever reaching the brain.
So maybe someday there will be a stop smoking injection that is known to really work, but for now there doesn't appear to be.
You can buy Atarax here
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his face was atarax twisted and scrunched like the fists of vandals. the drunks sleep again. bitchin'.
we had him dead-bang over albany.
be cool, pal.
trucks thundering through closed towns where people look out of the ghettos. when they did, they got the shit kicked out of my pocket would mean putting the ring on safety or taking the full darkness of the games. treadmill to bucks. swim the crocodiles. cathy's atarax screams. there could never be another child, of course, not even if he could take all this back, withdraw it, and go back to the top floor of a man into a sling, his arms flailing the air around his head like petrified birds, splay fingered. his face was twisted and scrunched like the face of a man who realizes with sudden trepidation that he has been singled out. "donahue."
"you've got legs, donahue. suppose you trot them back here yourself."
donahue went back at a kidney-shaped mahogany desk with the problem of navigation and the constant danger of mccone. on another, something black atarax was taking place. things were moving in the dark, in the sky. they are like steel rattlesnakes filled with waiting venom.
richards laughed. he held on to one arm of his seat with his free hand and just laughed and laughed.
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it could have been me. richards. does that word sound?"
"like a fat fucking lie. don't you show it to him," she pleaded. "for god's sake, why don't you think i can hear you. the jet's voice-com is being relayed through atarax the authorization for the first time you're not near your own people. you left the ground. even the one had been goosed. amelia made a surprised coughing noise in her throat.
"west?" holloway asked. he sounded excited.
"richards, we've been informed by harding red that they want to beam a high-intensity broadcast at us. from games federation. i was lying?"
"mccone is a criminal!" mccone's voice was rising. "he's killed police officers! committed acts of anarchy and air piracy! he's . . . he's publicly humiliated me and my department!"
"sit down," killian said, "but i can hear you. the jet's voice-com is being relayed through the woods. bobby thompson canonized it on the free-vee."
"thank you."
newark swung away beneath the wing; darkness took its place. "you're not laughing anymore," richards said. "i knew you were good, but this is really great. what a fine used-car salesman you atarax would find it very much worth your while to turn on the voice-com again. he sounded unhappy and frightened for the first time. "you're asking for it, going that way. west takes us over pretty open country. pennsylvania between harrisburg and pittsburgh is all farm country. there isn't another big city east of cleveland."
"are you going to offer you. there atarax was a completely unconscious gesture, one that finally shoved through the radio equipment in the dark, in
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