artiecosmo
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This might be in the wrong place, feel free to move it if so.
Also, this is gonna be long- I have been known to be especially windy. I don't expect anyone to read this. I'm not even sure why I am writing it or posting it. Had the urge I suppose and I want to indulge positive urges. It is one thing that I can indulge in that isn't negative at the moment. Anyhow, here is another loser's journal about quitting. Or maybe not quitting. Who knows.
I just passed 24 hours. I took my last 12.5 mgs of Percocet officially 24 hours ago. Quick background: I have taken Percocet/Vicodin fairly consistently over the past five years or so. Over the last year my average daily intake was 40-50 mg of Percocet. There were plenty of days in there when I didn’t have Percocet, and lots of other days I took Nuycenta or Vicodin. The most Percocet I ever took in a day was 90 mg’s- I think. I never touched triple digits I am pretty sure.
I have never snorted a pill; never done a cold-water extraction, never put it up my butt. I get a monthly prescription from my doctor for 60 pills varying between 10-20 mgs. The last couple of months it has been 10s. This is my choice- the Dr would give me 20 mg if I asked for it, but I don’t. Almost feels shameful. Should note that I have a shoulder that looks like it went through a blender and a back that has taken the brunt of high level athletics for many years. I played a sport in college and after college played in semi-pro leagues. I was/am a good athlete. However, I have scoliosis and terrible posture and a poor skeleton. I put stress on parts of my body that can’t support it because of my composition.
What else to know…I have never bought off the street. I once got scammed for $300 by a Craigslist ad. Actually $325 after the WU fees were added in. Yes, I am an idiot. That was about 16 months ago.
When I run out, and I do every month no matter whether I get 10’s or 20’s, I scrape by with asking or taking from people I know that have them. Yup, sometimes I ask, but other times I steal. Not proud of it. Perhaps I should note that nobody, not a soul, knows about this problem.
I have gone various phases of quitting in the past, but always halfheartedly. It wasn’t that big of a deal- withdrawals that is. Yes, I had restless leg, barely slept, crawling in my skin, etc, but it wasn’t debilitating physically. I could deal with it. I knew it was only 3-5 days and then I’d feel better. It was all mental. I should say it is all mental.
It helps that I am self-employed and can just skip work if I want to. Or work from home. Or work from my bedroom. I do have a family with kids, but they’re used to me working a lot. So if I am in rough shape I can go to my office, shut the door, and deal with it there out of sight of anyone.
When I say it is the mental part that I struggle with, more specifically I mean that I am highly rational and pragmatic. I have gotten to day 5, day 7, day 16 many times. I recall it being difficult sometimes, but not something I couldn’t do again. The feeling of the pills was still better than the feel of the withdrawals I suppose.
And though I wouldn’t say I am optimistic I would say I am practical. I have read a lot of the message boards and stories about people’s withdrawal stories. They are great and I love reading them, but I read them with a hyper focused eye to see what they might have embellished for the sake of the narrative.
I also wonder why I have no recollection of reading about easy withdrawal stories. Perhaps they don’t exist? My belief is that people share the worst stories because it makes the best reading. A WD story that says- “meh, it wasn’t so bad. Kind of sucky for a few days, but that was it” doesn’t exist in this world. That is probably a good thing, especially for folks who might use those stories to rationalize their plans of quitting. Maybe I am that person rationalizing? Maybe I am that person with the unexciting story?
My last note about the WD stories we see on Drugs Forum or Blue Light or wherever is that while relating stories that help people, I also think it informs the psyche of people reading it and enhances (in a bad way) their experience. They might have 1/10th of some symptom the poster is writing about, but just reading the struggle someone else is having I think makes the 1/10th symptom jump to 6/10ths . I will not take it personally if you think that opinion is crazy. Perhaps it is. Just what I think at this moment.
There is someone I know who has Percocet and I have gotten some from him before. He is a friend/family, but he is also a giant flake. He said he would give me some, but I haven’t counted on it. He just texted me a few minutes ago that now mysteriously he doesn’t have any. I wouldn’t say I’m devastated. Mostly because he’s a flake and I expected this. But if there was a pill in front of me right now I would take it.
Outside of the Craigslist fiasco, I have never been desperate enough to go on the street and find some. Honestly I would have no idea where to even start. I am incredibly naïve in that sort of thing. I hear non-stop about this heroin epidemic from people who can’t get more pills, but that doesn’t appeal to me either. I have never snorted everything ever. I have never even seen heroin. Or coke. Or meth.
Some of the things I am doing today to help me through the day:
1. taking adderall (I have a legit script)
2. taking anti-poop pills
3. smoking a bit of pot
4. I also have gabapentin for the evening time. I forgot to take it last night- hoping this will help with the restless legs.
I have restless leg even when not withdrawing, so it gets pretty awful when going off. Last night I probably only slept for 3 hours or so.
I do keep counting the hours its been. That has made me feel good for some reason. A sense of pride maybe. Hey look at that- 25 hours.
I know that I am in for a tough night tonight, but I also know that its gonna be Monday before I know it. It’s not that far away. I can do pretty much anything for 4-5 days. So can you.
What’s going to be interesting is that next week I have a Dr, appt when I will be able to get a refill of the Percocet. It will be interesting if I am 6-7 days clean whether I ask for it or not. At this point I would say yes, I will ask. Maybe that changes. Maybe not.
Last thing for this post- while I still love the feeling the pills give me I don’t like anything else along with it. Especially the hiding and sneaking around. Making sure that no one will be able to find them. Hiding my car keys if I have them in the car. Keeping them locked up if at work. Disposing of bottles, receipts, doctors appt crap. That part I am beyond sick of.
What I hope to write about in a future post is my life trajectory in the past 5 years. And honestly, how much better it has gotten. Personally, professionally, financially. Is it possible the Percocet was a performance enhancing drug? It certainly made me more friendly and affable which are two hugely important skills in what I do. Would I have had the same success without being high all the time? No clue, but I am a little hesitant to find out.
25 hours…in 100 more aren’t I supposed to cut my arm off or something?
Also, this is gonna be long- I have been known to be especially windy. I don't expect anyone to read this. I'm not even sure why I am writing it or posting it. Had the urge I suppose and I want to indulge positive urges. It is one thing that I can indulge in that isn't negative at the moment. Anyhow, here is another loser's journal about quitting. Or maybe not quitting. Who knows.
I just passed 24 hours. I took my last 12.5 mgs of Percocet officially 24 hours ago. Quick background: I have taken Percocet/Vicodin fairly consistently over the past five years or so. Over the last year my average daily intake was 40-50 mg of Percocet. There were plenty of days in there when I didn’t have Percocet, and lots of other days I took Nuycenta or Vicodin. The most Percocet I ever took in a day was 90 mg’s- I think. I never touched triple digits I am pretty sure.
I have never snorted a pill; never done a cold-water extraction, never put it up my butt. I get a monthly prescription from my doctor for 60 pills varying between 10-20 mgs. The last couple of months it has been 10s. This is my choice- the Dr would give me 20 mg if I asked for it, but I don’t. Almost feels shameful. Should note that I have a shoulder that looks like it went through a blender and a back that has taken the brunt of high level athletics for many years. I played a sport in college and after college played in semi-pro leagues. I was/am a good athlete. However, I have scoliosis and terrible posture and a poor skeleton. I put stress on parts of my body that can’t support it because of my composition.
What else to know…I have never bought off the street. I once got scammed for $300 by a Craigslist ad. Actually $325 after the WU fees were added in. Yes, I am an idiot. That was about 16 months ago.
When I run out, and I do every month no matter whether I get 10’s or 20’s, I scrape by with asking or taking from people I know that have them. Yup, sometimes I ask, but other times I steal. Not proud of it. Perhaps I should note that nobody, not a soul, knows about this problem.
I have gone various phases of quitting in the past, but always halfheartedly. It wasn’t that big of a deal- withdrawals that is. Yes, I had restless leg, barely slept, crawling in my skin, etc, but it wasn’t debilitating physically. I could deal with it. I knew it was only 3-5 days and then I’d feel better. It was all mental. I should say it is all mental.
It helps that I am self-employed and can just skip work if I want to. Or work from home. Or work from my bedroom. I do have a family with kids, but they’re used to me working a lot. So if I am in rough shape I can go to my office, shut the door, and deal with it there out of sight of anyone.
When I say it is the mental part that I struggle with, more specifically I mean that I am highly rational and pragmatic. I have gotten to day 5, day 7, day 16 many times. I recall it being difficult sometimes, but not something I couldn’t do again. The feeling of the pills was still better than the feel of the withdrawals I suppose.
And though I wouldn’t say I am optimistic I would say I am practical. I have read a lot of the message boards and stories about people’s withdrawal stories. They are great and I love reading them, but I read them with a hyper focused eye to see what they might have embellished for the sake of the narrative.
I also wonder why I have no recollection of reading about easy withdrawal stories. Perhaps they don’t exist? My belief is that people share the worst stories because it makes the best reading. A WD story that says- “meh, it wasn’t so bad. Kind of sucky for a few days, but that was it” doesn’t exist in this world. That is probably a good thing, especially for folks who might use those stories to rationalize their plans of quitting. Maybe I am that person rationalizing? Maybe I am that person with the unexciting story?
My last note about the WD stories we see on Drugs Forum or Blue Light or wherever is that while relating stories that help people, I also think it informs the psyche of people reading it and enhances (in a bad way) their experience. They might have 1/10th of some symptom the poster is writing about, but just reading the struggle someone else is having I think makes the 1/10th symptom jump to 6/10ths . I will not take it personally if you think that opinion is crazy. Perhaps it is. Just what I think at this moment.
There is someone I know who has Percocet and I have gotten some from him before. He is a friend/family, but he is also a giant flake. He said he would give me some, but I haven’t counted on it. He just texted me a few minutes ago that now mysteriously he doesn’t have any. I wouldn’t say I’m devastated. Mostly because he’s a flake and I expected this. But if there was a pill in front of me right now I would take it.
Outside of the Craigslist fiasco, I have never been desperate enough to go on the street and find some. Honestly I would have no idea where to even start. I am incredibly naïve in that sort of thing. I hear non-stop about this heroin epidemic from people who can’t get more pills, but that doesn’t appeal to me either. I have never snorted everything ever. I have never even seen heroin. Or coke. Or meth.
Some of the things I am doing today to help me through the day:
1. taking adderall (I have a legit script)
2. taking anti-poop pills
3. smoking a bit of pot
4. I also have gabapentin for the evening time. I forgot to take it last night- hoping this will help with the restless legs.
I have restless leg even when not withdrawing, so it gets pretty awful when going off. Last night I probably only slept for 3 hours or so.
I do keep counting the hours its been. That has made me feel good for some reason. A sense of pride maybe. Hey look at that- 25 hours.
I know that I am in for a tough night tonight, but I also know that its gonna be Monday before I know it. It’s not that far away. I can do pretty much anything for 4-5 days. So can you.
What’s going to be interesting is that next week I have a Dr, appt when I will be able to get a refill of the Percocet. It will be interesting if I am 6-7 days clean whether I ask for it or not. At this point I would say yes, I will ask. Maybe that changes. Maybe not.
Last thing for this post- while I still love the feeling the pills give me I don’t like anything else along with it. Especially the hiding and sneaking around. Making sure that no one will be able to find them. Hiding my car keys if I have them in the car. Keeping them locked up if at work. Disposing of bottles, receipts, doctors appt crap. That part I am beyond sick of.
What I hope to write about in a future post is my life trajectory in the past 5 years. And honestly, how much better it has gotten. Personally, professionally, financially. Is it possible the Percocet was a performance enhancing drug? It certainly made me more friendly and affable which are two hugely important skills in what I do. Would I have had the same success without being high all the time? No clue, but I am a little hesitant to find out.
25 hours…in 100 more aren’t I supposed to cut my arm off or something?