thePodFreak
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This is long... Skip the background if you wish. TLDR at the bottom. I am not sure where this best belongs - mods feel free to move if you wish.
First, background.
to start, I'd like to think I am In a somewhat strange case... But then again maybe not. I come from a catholic (well until I was confirmed) background, raised by loving parents in a typical Midwest, middle income family. In addition, aside from some binge drinking in my early 20s (college), and a single joint of pot while drunk at a party, I was always and adamantly drug free. I had always vowed to never touch the stuff. However, after a dental surgery my wife (then girlfriend) had, she was prescribed Percocet. Sharing my sentiment, I don't think she took one of them the whole time - definitely not enough for that true euphoria you get. Anyway, fast forward a few months, and me not wanting to drink one night we went bowling I asked her if I could try a few Percocet and see if it's lighten my mood and let me have a little fun while we were there, since I was DD... Figured it'd wear off after my 3 or so hours at the alley. Felt ok, nothing crazy tho. However, the curiosity was now there. Over the next month I would try it once in a while and my productivity went through the ROOF. between those stints and an every now and then dip in to the vikes and perks she had, the feeling was an absolute wonder - something I had never felt before. Of course my wife had no clue.
That said, the scripts ran out, and luckily with my sporadic use, no withdrawals came from it. However looking back on it, I started searching for "legal" opie highs. And of course, I found poppy pods. Ordered a small bunch for the fuck of it, and not only was it just as awesome, it lasted longer. Over the next year I found myself using on weekends, knowing though EXTENSIVE research that the frequency I was using would prevent withdrawals. Plus I had an active social life which kept it off my mind most of the time.
I kept this up for a year. We got married (which with my nervousness I was, of course, high at my wedding which I hate myself for) went to Jamaica for 2 weeks and it was the best time of my life, completely opie free (which shows my tolerance was very low as I had no withdrawals at all, had a little Jamaican green of course, but just once haha)
This is where things went from slippery slope to hell. My wife was accepted to med school in az. I had to leave all my friends and go live with her in az for at least 4 years. I also was able to keep my job in software, but. Now worked from home. With all this time on my hands, boredom became regular. I would exercise, but then opened a PO box and ordered a bit there. With nothing to do, my habit increased. I had a very light withdrawal phase which I was able to keep semi- at bay with vigorous exercise when the restlessness became too much. However the more I found pods made me more productive at work, the more I justified using them. Well, with my wife having to be gone most of every day and completely sucked in to her studies, I would make tea and program, and that's it. As we all know, that is NOT it. Weekends became a couple days a week, and one extremely busy week of work became 5 days in a row. Now I have to withdrawal while trying to work programming. Of course, during this time my marriage was on a train ride to hell, I have to feel at least partially due to my use, despite how well it was hidden.
Well, we all know where this goes. It's been about 4 years since moving to az, and I am now a daily user. Note that NOONE knows of my addiction, I've kept It very secret. Due to pod variations I have no clue what my tolerance is, but I grind up 5 to 8 pods larger than a golf ball to live and get a minor buzz if I throw some nicotine from an ecig in (note, aside from casual cigars I NEVER smoked... Now I'm daily on these cigs).
I've attempted to quit many times. My first attempt from a heavier habit with pods, documented here in my past posts, sucked but I made it about a month before the idea of chipping hit my mind. I quit again, quickly with some lope, and it was virtually painless.... What a terrible thing. It got me chipping AGAIN thinking how easy that w/d was and finally fully addicted again. Since then I've been a daily user for 2 years with 5 to 8 pods depending on size and strength.
Stress at work keeps me going on them, my productivity is in rough shape after 5 promotions, and my wife and I have had immense troubles from my mood swings and her completely changing as a person...new friends, new life I suppose. We are now finally at the point of divorce and it crushes me - I know the pods aren't THE reason for this as she was unfaithful and stubborn, but I have to believe life would be different without them, maybe I'd still have my family... Despite my promotions the rising costs of pods have me way behind on just about everything, and I'm barely holding on to everything I worked so hard for. I've gained almost 100 pounds so sex was basically nonexistent.
It just sucks away everything from Every part of your life. I hate waking up knowing without my dose I'm going to start sweating, being anxious and all in all useless - with my demanding job it's impossible.
Move to Monday. Pods seized by customs. Used my last dose available, with no backup Monday morning for work. I call in sick Tuesday, take a lot of time prepping a plan to survive until Wednesday when my next batch comes in. I pop a few klonopin I got prescribed that day and my mood is happy. Tuesday rolls around and I'm surprisingly normal feeling... I chalk it up to half life and decide I will sleep though the day. I have some seroquel I borrowed and my kpins, pop some at 5 and aside from some maddening rls, I pass out.
I wake up this morning confused... Very mild withdrawal if any, and just lethargic feeling. Pods come today and when they arrive, and knowing this week I HAVE to get my work done, I sadly use.. Stupid, I think. I feel good, but I wonder what tomorrow morning will feel like.. Could be scary and awful, or not, who knows. I'm over 36 hours in to a kick and feel like I'm 72 or more as I have felt next to no withdrawals... Although from hour about 24 to 36 I'm knocked out from seroquel. However I have some optimism that if I plan my withdrawal end of the month (time off, alone) I might be able to do
In the end, this has drained my finances, ruined my credit score, and I've finally lost something more significant, drug related or not - my wife. It is a hell of a fun ride at the beginning, but in the end, it is your slave master and it will steal everything from you.
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Ok, well now that's out of the way, my current situation. I'm laying on a couch at my parents house, home for the holidays. I don't work again until the 5th, and I fly back home on the 31st. I am out of poppy pods. I took my last dose this morning around 10, and aside from slight anxiety I feel ok. I feel my dosages right now are lower than they have been in a while, and I tapered the last 3 days (didn't have a choice).
Anyway, with my flight Wednesday morning and tomorrow morning being about 24 hours since my last dose, I'm wondering what my best bet is... Loading up with loperamide and trying to get through the flight on that (loperamide has helped me tremendously in the past.... But it is VERY hit or miss), OR suffer complete ct for the next day or 2 and hope to the gods that my suboxone works. I have about 20 8mg strips, but I only ever want to use them for getting clean... I was too scared of precipitated withdrawal last time and never took them, and just had a surprisingly short lived withdrawal. However this time I know I won't make it through a flight in full fledged wd... So I'm just not sure...
Tl;dr: flight in 3 days, no drugs. Use loperamide or hope that between now and the flight is enough time for the sub to work to get me home semi comfortable?
First, background.
to start, I'd like to think I am In a somewhat strange case... But then again maybe not. I come from a catholic (well until I was confirmed) background, raised by loving parents in a typical Midwest, middle income family. In addition, aside from some binge drinking in my early 20s (college), and a single joint of pot while drunk at a party, I was always and adamantly drug free. I had always vowed to never touch the stuff. However, after a dental surgery my wife (then girlfriend) had, she was prescribed Percocet. Sharing my sentiment, I don't think she took one of them the whole time - definitely not enough for that true euphoria you get. Anyway, fast forward a few months, and me not wanting to drink one night we went bowling I asked her if I could try a few Percocet and see if it's lighten my mood and let me have a little fun while we were there, since I was DD... Figured it'd wear off after my 3 or so hours at the alley. Felt ok, nothing crazy tho. However, the curiosity was now there. Over the next month I would try it once in a while and my productivity went through the ROOF. between those stints and an every now and then dip in to the vikes and perks she had, the feeling was an absolute wonder - something I had never felt before. Of course my wife had no clue.
That said, the scripts ran out, and luckily with my sporadic use, no withdrawals came from it. However looking back on it, I started searching for "legal" opie highs. And of course, I found poppy pods. Ordered a small bunch for the fuck of it, and not only was it just as awesome, it lasted longer. Over the next year I found myself using on weekends, knowing though EXTENSIVE research that the frequency I was using would prevent withdrawals. Plus I had an active social life which kept it off my mind most of the time.
I kept this up for a year. We got married (which with my nervousness I was, of course, high at my wedding which I hate myself for) went to Jamaica for 2 weeks and it was the best time of my life, completely opie free (which shows my tolerance was very low as I had no withdrawals at all, had a little Jamaican green of course, but just once haha)
This is where things went from slippery slope to hell. My wife was accepted to med school in az. I had to leave all my friends and go live with her in az for at least 4 years. I also was able to keep my job in software, but. Now worked from home. With all this time on my hands, boredom became regular. I would exercise, but then opened a PO box and ordered a bit there. With nothing to do, my habit increased. I had a very light withdrawal phase which I was able to keep semi- at bay with vigorous exercise when the restlessness became too much. However the more I found pods made me more productive at work, the more I justified using them. Well, with my wife having to be gone most of every day and completely sucked in to her studies, I would make tea and program, and that's it. As we all know, that is NOT it. Weekends became a couple days a week, and one extremely busy week of work became 5 days in a row. Now I have to withdrawal while trying to work programming. Of course, during this time my marriage was on a train ride to hell, I have to feel at least partially due to my use, despite how well it was hidden.
Well, we all know where this goes. It's been about 4 years since moving to az, and I am now a daily user. Note that NOONE knows of my addiction, I've kept It very secret. Due to pod variations I have no clue what my tolerance is, but I grind up 5 to 8 pods larger than a golf ball to live and get a minor buzz if I throw some nicotine from an ecig in (note, aside from casual cigars I NEVER smoked... Now I'm daily on these cigs).
I've attempted to quit many times. My first attempt from a heavier habit with pods, documented here in my past posts, sucked but I made it about a month before the idea of chipping hit my mind. I quit again, quickly with some lope, and it was virtually painless.... What a terrible thing. It got me chipping AGAIN thinking how easy that w/d was and finally fully addicted again. Since then I've been a daily user for 2 years with 5 to 8 pods depending on size and strength.
Stress at work keeps me going on them, my productivity is in rough shape after 5 promotions, and my wife and I have had immense troubles from my mood swings and her completely changing as a person...new friends, new life I suppose. We are now finally at the point of divorce and it crushes me - I know the pods aren't THE reason for this as she was unfaithful and stubborn, but I have to believe life would be different without them, maybe I'd still have my family... Despite my promotions the rising costs of pods have me way behind on just about everything, and I'm barely holding on to everything I worked so hard for. I've gained almost 100 pounds so sex was basically nonexistent.
It just sucks away everything from Every part of your life. I hate waking up knowing without my dose I'm going to start sweating, being anxious and all in all useless - with my demanding job it's impossible.
Move to Monday. Pods seized by customs. Used my last dose available, with no backup Monday morning for work. I call in sick Tuesday, take a lot of time prepping a plan to survive until Wednesday when my next batch comes in. I pop a few klonopin I got prescribed that day and my mood is happy. Tuesday rolls around and I'm surprisingly normal feeling... I chalk it up to half life and decide I will sleep though the day. I have some seroquel I borrowed and my kpins, pop some at 5 and aside from some maddening rls, I pass out.
I wake up this morning confused... Very mild withdrawal if any, and just lethargic feeling. Pods come today and when they arrive, and knowing this week I HAVE to get my work done, I sadly use.. Stupid, I think. I feel good, but I wonder what tomorrow morning will feel like.. Could be scary and awful, or not, who knows. I'm over 36 hours in to a kick and feel like I'm 72 or more as I have felt next to no withdrawals... Although from hour about 24 to 36 I'm knocked out from seroquel. However I have some optimism that if I plan my withdrawal end of the month (time off, alone) I might be able to do
In the end, this has drained my finances, ruined my credit score, and I've finally lost something more significant, drug related or not - my wife. It is a hell of a fun ride at the beginning, but in the end, it is your slave master and it will steal everything from you.
---------––-------------
Ok, well now that's out of the way, my current situation. I'm laying on a couch at my parents house, home for the holidays. I don't work again until the 5th, and I fly back home on the 31st. I am out of poppy pods. I took my last dose this morning around 10, and aside from slight anxiety I feel ok. I feel my dosages right now are lower than they have been in a while, and I tapered the last 3 days (didn't have a choice).
Anyway, with my flight Wednesday morning and tomorrow morning being about 24 hours since my last dose, I'm wondering what my best bet is... Loading up with loperamide and trying to get through the flight on that (loperamide has helped me tremendously in the past.... But it is VERY hit or miss), OR suffer complete ct for the next day or 2 and hope to the gods that my suboxone works. I have about 20 8mg strips, but I only ever want to use them for getting clean... I was too scared of precipitated withdrawal last time and never took them, and just had a surprisingly short lived withdrawal. However this time I know I won't make it through a flight in full fledged wd... So I'm just not sure...
Tl;dr: flight in 3 days, no drugs. Use loperamide or hope that between now and the flight is enough time for the sub to work to get me home semi comfortable?