I know there are literally HUNDREDS of these posts, but I think a lot of people post their own simply to feel less alone, like they're part of this odd kind of family structure. That is actually why I decided to create an account, and begin posting.
I have Systemic Lupus, Vocal Cord Cancer, and a grocery list of problems to justify what I did to myself, but I can no longer justify the damage I have done to my body, soul, and relationships (both platonic and romantic). I was first prescribed the basic 5/500's back in '08 to help with the crippling arthritis from my SLE. God, I wish I hadn't complained looking back. It wasn't worth it. None of the pains I've endured were worth this.
In recollection, I can see where I didn't really need them anymore, off and on periods of months without any intolerable pain levels, yet I continued lying and saying I hurt to maintain the habit I had now formed. I was now by all means of the word, and Addict. If I stopped, I'd get sick. I remember trying here and there for YEARS, alone, confused, upset and lost. I couldn't make it past the 2 day mark at my best try.
Now, let me tell you my current story. I feel it is far more relevant.
I have been seeing a Pain Management Doctor for almost a full year now, and I never used any other drugs than what she gave to me which were 10/325 Lortab 4x/day. That didn't work for long. If I over used my allotment, I'd buy what I needed to make it to the refill. I hurt, so I saw nothing really wrong with that. $100 went to $3k in a month real fast this year, and I can safely say I abused this medication.
about six months ago I began dating an older man that lived a very clean and healthy lifestyle. I began to envy him immediately for what he saw as such a basic attribute. He never judged my pill usage, nobody ever has due to the known health problems I've faced. Then, about two months ago I became really sick. I just knew something wasn't right anymore. My right side of my abdomen would randomly ache and throb, then I realized it was usually close to my last dose. Liver problems, I assume. Being that I attended two brief years at an
Ivy League school, I used my smarts I still had left in my opiate hazed mind of mine.
Shit. That's all I could really say. Every time it hurt, "Shit." Not, "Hey, this is bad. Let's stop what's causing this and make it better." That began to scare me. I truly believe I was literally poisoning myself with EVERY SINGLE pill I took. At times I'd shake and debate that dose. "Ah, fuck it." Ignored conscious again.
Then the renal symptoms started. That was the real shaker, the big wake up, the enlightenment if one will.
Dark urine, actual kidney pain on the left. Smelly urine, even on a purely water diet to test my theory of self destruction.
Again, "Shit."
That's when I knew it was time to stop. Easier said than done, however, as most know well.
I came here first, for encouragement, understanding, knowledge, and a better idea of what to expect. Though it helped, it still didn't prepare me for what came later.
Last Friday I took what I plan to be my final Lortab.
Today marks 8 days, at 5:30 pm to be exact, without an actual opiate taken. Though I have started feeling my body 'needing' to move, I lack the will power from my true pain I had tried so hard to kill away for all these years. It's been unbearable, and I know its not the lack of opiates. Day 8, no chills, no mood swings or depression, I WANT to get out and move but I hurt so badly. Yesterday I forced myself to pace my large flat many times, many hours, to simulate a 'walk.' That felt good once I got going. Then, I decided to do some stretches. Not bad! Well, cocky me chose some very minor upper body work outs, basically just pushing yourself off of a counter a few times. I think I proudly did 30 and smiled. Don't push it, because today I woke up in agonizing pain throughout my upper back and shoulders, and no opiates to relieve it like I've become so used to.
I told my doctor I was off Lortab for 7 days yesterday but wanted a non narcotic pain reliever to occasionally use for this pain I will always feel. I understand Tramadol is much worse if one becomes addicted, however I am not addicted to a high or feeling, just rather interested in a Hail Mary of sorts.
I took one today about an hour ago, no high and the pain is tolerable again. I can move.
I worry this will only worsen my progress however, though I'm aware it is NOT an actual opiate but a synthetic designed to imitate the effects of actual opiates.
I truly do not wish to prolong my withdrawal, but perhaps this will help?
I tried klonopin during the first 2-3 days, not dependent.
I want you to truly understand I am not subbing one for another here, but trying to get over this hump in my process. I feel like if that is what allows me to eat, exercise, and get around ok for a bit then what the hell. I'm not craving narcotics, I will also add. I have many but they've stayed in their bottle in my drawer since my last dose.
Is Tramadol ok for a small amount of time, after the initial withdrawal process? For instance, once one has started feeling stable and no longer "dying" inside? I feel like this isn't too early, therefore the risks are low. I tried pot for the first time yesterday, really did not enjoy it. Tried it this morning to ease pain, nothing but frustrated waiting for it to wear off. Then a hot epsom bath in my big tub, then a half of a muscle relaxer, still nothing but annoyance.
That's when I decided to pick up the Tramadol script.
I do not want to use this for the next day or two and regret it. Anybody have any personal experience here? Yes, it's addicting. Yes, it is like an opiate. No, I do not need to ease the withdrawals anymore.
Thank you for reading, I hope you have an amazing morning/day/night!
I have Systemic Lupus, Vocal Cord Cancer, and a grocery list of problems to justify what I did to myself, but I can no longer justify the damage I have done to my body, soul, and relationships (both platonic and romantic). I was first prescribed the basic 5/500's back in '08 to help with the crippling arthritis from my SLE. God, I wish I hadn't complained looking back. It wasn't worth it. None of the pains I've endured were worth this.
In recollection, I can see where I didn't really need them anymore, off and on periods of months without any intolerable pain levels, yet I continued lying and saying I hurt to maintain the habit I had now formed. I was now by all means of the word, and Addict. If I stopped, I'd get sick. I remember trying here and there for YEARS, alone, confused, upset and lost. I couldn't make it past the 2 day mark at my best try.
Now, let me tell you my current story. I feel it is far more relevant.
I have been seeing a Pain Management Doctor for almost a full year now, and I never used any other drugs than what she gave to me which were 10/325 Lortab 4x/day. That didn't work for long. If I over used my allotment, I'd buy what I needed to make it to the refill. I hurt, so I saw nothing really wrong with that. $100 went to $3k in a month real fast this year, and I can safely say I abused this medication.
about six months ago I began dating an older man that lived a very clean and healthy lifestyle. I began to envy him immediately for what he saw as such a basic attribute. He never judged my pill usage, nobody ever has due to the known health problems I've faced. Then, about two months ago I became really sick. I just knew something wasn't right anymore. My right side of my abdomen would randomly ache and throb, then I realized it was usually close to my last dose. Liver problems, I assume. Being that I attended two brief years at an
Ivy League school, I used my smarts I still had left in my opiate hazed mind of mine.
Shit. That's all I could really say. Every time it hurt, "Shit." Not, "Hey, this is bad. Let's stop what's causing this and make it better." That began to scare me. I truly believe I was literally poisoning myself with EVERY SINGLE pill I took. At times I'd shake and debate that dose. "Ah, fuck it." Ignored conscious again.
Then the renal symptoms started. That was the real shaker, the big wake up, the enlightenment if one will.
Dark urine, actual kidney pain on the left. Smelly urine, even on a purely water diet to test my theory of self destruction.
Again, "Shit."
That's when I knew it was time to stop. Easier said than done, however, as most know well.
I came here first, for encouragement, understanding, knowledge, and a better idea of what to expect. Though it helped, it still didn't prepare me for what came later.
Last Friday I took what I plan to be my final Lortab.
Today marks 8 days, at 5:30 pm to be exact, without an actual opiate taken. Though I have started feeling my body 'needing' to move, I lack the will power from my true pain I had tried so hard to kill away for all these years. It's been unbearable, and I know its not the lack of opiates. Day 8, no chills, no mood swings or depression, I WANT to get out and move but I hurt so badly. Yesterday I forced myself to pace my large flat many times, many hours, to simulate a 'walk.' That felt good once I got going. Then, I decided to do some stretches. Not bad! Well, cocky me chose some very minor upper body work outs, basically just pushing yourself off of a counter a few times. I think I proudly did 30 and smiled. Don't push it, because today I woke up in agonizing pain throughout my upper back and shoulders, and no opiates to relieve it like I've become so used to.
I told my doctor I was off Lortab for 7 days yesterday but wanted a non narcotic pain reliever to occasionally use for this pain I will always feel. I understand Tramadol is much worse if one becomes addicted, however I am not addicted to a high or feeling, just rather interested in a Hail Mary of sorts.
I took one today about an hour ago, no high and the pain is tolerable again. I can move.
I worry this will only worsen my progress however, though I'm aware it is NOT an actual opiate but a synthetic designed to imitate the effects of actual opiates.
I truly do not wish to prolong my withdrawal, but perhaps this will help?
I tried klonopin during the first 2-3 days, not dependent.
I want you to truly understand I am not subbing one for another here, but trying to get over this hump in my process. I feel like if that is what allows me to eat, exercise, and get around ok for a bit then what the hell. I'm not craving narcotics, I will also add. I have many but they've stayed in their bottle in my drawer since my last dose.
Is Tramadol ok for a small amount of time, after the initial withdrawal process? For instance, once one has started feeling stable and no longer "dying" inside? I feel like this isn't too early, therefore the risks are low. I tried pot for the first time yesterday, really did not enjoy it. Tried it this morning to ease pain, nothing but frustrated waiting for it to wear off. Then a hot epsom bath in my big tub, then a half of a muscle relaxer, still nothing but annoyance.
That's when I decided to pick up the Tramadol script.
I do not want to use this for the next day or two and regret it. Anybody have any personal experience here? Yes, it's addicting. Yes, it is like an opiate. No, I do not need to ease the withdrawals anymore.
Thank you for reading, I hope you have an amazing morning/day/night!
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