One time I had ran out of my Perc 10s script early and had to wait one day to get it filled. My insurance at the time would allow for a pharmacy override 4 days early at the most. So I had one more day until that 4 day override mark. At the time that wasn't too bad because I was usually running out 1-2 weeks early depending, and then supplementing it with whatever I could get (besides dope) on the street.
This particular day though, nothing materialized on the street...so I had to wait it out a day. I was taking about 100mg oxycodone/day then and my last dose was 20mg at 10pm the night before. Except this day I had promised a friend of a co-worker I'd help her move. She was paying me pretty well for it and I couldn't turn down the money. On top of that she rented the U-Haul and made arrangements to put stuff in storage. So...no matter how sick I was I couldn't back out.
I get to her place and she has absolutely nothing packed. I figured I'd go over there, carry some boxes and furnature (With the help of the bldg super) into a truck, drive it downtown, and unload it. She had nothing prepped. Shit was a nightmare. I had to take a bathroom break every 25 minutes and my legs were shaking. Took almost 5 hours just to get the truck loaded, then we had to drive through rush-hour Manhattan traffic to get to her new apartment; which was a 6 story WALK-UP...the whole time I'm in full blown w/d from a 100mg/day habit...cursing myself and my life and this lady and the city and just about everything else I could think of.
The real kicker is that she told me at random her mother just died of cancer and she had her mom's old pain medicine in a bag in the truck. I asked her for some and she said "no, you couldn't handle it - its morphine patches - its too strong". I figured she meant Fentanyl patches. I'm in W/Ds and there is a bag with some patches about 10 feet behind me?? I couldn't/didn't want to tell her I was basically a pill junkie and NEEDED it right now so I sat in silence, trying not to shit my pants. When we got to the storage unit and she went in side to get things in motion I ravaged the truck looking for that bag. She ended up catching me and it was very awkward
After 12 hours my day was over and I was ready to head home. I remembered I left my bookbag with 2 10mg Percs at a friends. I was so fuckin happy. So I stopped by and ended up catching him. Those 2 10mgs felt like 100mg after a day like that.
The next day I got my script filled and vowed I'd never experience W/D again (I was wrong about that)...
Theres also been times where I was trying to fill a script, in full W/D, and the pharmacy was out. So I'd ask the pharmacist to call other locations to see if they had what I need in stock. I remember taking like a 45 minute train ride out to Queens on multiple occasions, going to a 24 hour pharmacy dozens of times as soon as the clock struck midnight and the date had changed (which meant I could fill the script), all sorts of shit. Those types of W/D and problems aint shit compared to kicking dope in jail thats for sure... but not having a fix, no matter what it is, is hell