What happened you overdose and received the Narcan challenge?
Haha, no...no Narcan Challenge (havent heard that term in a while). No, the first doc I had who was giving me tablet 'done got into trouble w the DEA. Apparently he had a patient who was on Vikes. Dude went postal, shot a cop, and ended up killing himself in some epic standoff. So i guess that was all my doc's fault because he had been prescribing this guy Vikes for his chronic back pain (
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So the Big Bad Feds came to his office and told him he could no longer prescribe opioids except Bupe to anyone. Whole buncha patients screwed over, whole buncha files confiscated, including mine. I pulled into the parking lot for my normal monthly appointment to get my methadone and my doc comes out and tells me that he can no longer give it to me. Um...ok? So he was trying to switch me from the 'done to the Bupe, and we didnt wait long enough. Here we go...
Holy fuck...there is now nothing on this planet I fear more than precips. I would rather be in a prison knife fight than go thru that shit again! I literally saw demons that night. At one point I was actually running around the house screaming. In the bathtub, out of the bathtub, back in the bathtub, then back to running and screaming like a lunatic. My partner was shoving Trazadone and Soma down my throat. We were on the phone w my old addiction doc who is a friend of ours (the doc I had when I was on all that Bupe). My spouse: Do you want to talk to Dr. Wright? Me: NO I DONT WANT TO TALK TO DR. FUCKING WRIGHT GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AAARHFJFHGAAAHH!!! Dr. Wright finally just said to take me to the ER and they would give me methadone to knock me out. So the spouse gets me into the car and off we go. (I have very little memory of this part) As we pull into the parking lot, all those pills I had taken finally kicked in and I passed out. Okie doke, back home and off to bed. Never even got out of the car.
I slept about 12 hours and when I woke up I felt like I had been hit by a train. I was in a puddle of my own sweat and my leg muscles were so wrecked from tensing that when I tried to get out of bed, I just fell in the floor. I literally could not stand without help. My mother is African and Brazilian so I'm pretty tan. I saw myself in the mirror and couldnt believe it. I had ZERO color in my face. White as a ghost. I immediately called my connect and... yeah.
Haha, omg. What a nightmare. I talked to Dr. Wright a few days later and asked him if he could hear me screaming when he was talking to the spouse. He said "Oh yeah, and those were NOT screams of joy!" Fortunately he was getting ready to become the Medical Director of a new clinic and he got me on tablet 'done w them, which is how I got to where I am now. My doc there started her own practice and is the one prescribing me my 'done at this point. Yay Dr. Ellie!
Man...junkiedom. It aint for sissies!