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Plugging morphine made you nauseated because orally morphine has a very low oral bioavailability (ie, most of it is never reaching your brain), whereas plugging it is many times higher. Be careful plugging opiates because it can greatly increase the effective dose reaching your bloodstream... in the case of morphine this is most dramatic.

Shroomy, part of the withdrawal process is believing you will never be the same again. Everyone who recovers feels that way, until they don't anymore. I really hope you get some medical help with this, I think you're the perfect case for it. <3

Thanks. I did research it and was being real careful. I should have started with a half of a half of pill though.
Yup. I noticed that quickly. I started with just 15 mg, a half pill and it made me sick all day and night. I have just used little tiny pieces since then just to keep this major leg pain numbed some as I freak when I feel the full pain underneath this morphine. I was a bit short on medication (still am until tomorrow) so this is how I had to work it out. I don't plan on using that method again unless this leg pain goes out of control again.
 
You mean the dealers who first gave me this shit when I wasn't thinking straight having fuckin panic attacks in the ER offered no real treatment whatsoever and designed the drug with financial reasons in mind to have this specific effect? It doesn't matter, but doctors should be slaughtered like the animals they are. They know what this shit is, all of it is worse than any street drug I've ever taken in my life.

I wish hell on this planet, that global warming cooks us all. It is a shame I won't be around to see it. I curse everyone who has lived, lives, and ever will live. I speak on behalf of the devil, who I have invited into my home. Vicious spirits welcome, come watch a hanging of a tortured man.
 
I speak in tongues. I have cursed myself many times, but now I would like to see my family suffer. My friends. Everyone I have ever met.

I have always been an excellent teacher but it is too bad I am unemployable for that. I can teach each and every one of these people something about themselves, something positive, by doing the last thing that a junkie has left to do. What do you do, when there is not even heroin anymore? And if I am actually going to do this and lived a happy life on heroin for many years, why exactly should I not be railing lines right now? I'd totally be at that family feast, I'd have found some way to get there.

The only time this possessed spirit of evil has ever been happy in existence has been when specifically heroin was involved. Dilaudid and oxy's sometimes for kicks but from the very start it was all about the dope. It is like a horcrux. Part of my soul, the part that makes me a good person, now lies within those lines of afghan #4. If I ever want to feel whole again, complete, I will need to be railing that drug. It really does feel like making deals with the devil. I suppose it is in an abstract way.

Shit, I think someone is changing the music for me. Fuck. That is actually horrifying if you knew what just happened. Like it changed on its own from some chill peep song to the trippiest creepiest fuckig like apex twin x halloween x ufo alien type shit omfg what the fuck? This is so fucked. It's such a dark song the bass undertones are pure evil but then there is a choir singing now. Seriously, a fucking choir of angels just started singing some jesus song. Somebody is speaking in what I sense Latin. There are tribal beats going on. What the fuck is this shit? I know it's a song by The Orb but I forget which one. That is not the kind of music I was listening to at all. I would be a little nervous starting the song over with the holy choir stuff and the demonic bass stuff.

Nice distraction. That was right after taking a 250mg hit of Durban Poison though. This sativa is some trippy shit. It's too bad I can't feel this way all the time, I can only get stoned so many times in a day and that number is small due to tolerance. Well I'm too stoned to do anything stupid right now that's for sure. I'm running out of weed though lucky though I scheduled my weed money math thing already this week so I can get more medical mmj before the end of the week, Cause I gotta keep high on the best shit when I'm encountering so many problems. Lately it has been family problems and also severe financial problems and losing a lot of stuff that I own that I sort of needed to get my life together so I feel trapped now. It is like living in solitary confinement and the comforts are not that comforting when you rarely come in contact with the human race anymore.
 
Had to run upstairs cause of all the fucked up stuff happening here I'm really nervous and home alone. Something was controlling my speaker and changing the songs to reflect how I was feeling it was fucked. I feel possessed or some shit. There is something downstairs and there is a witch dressed in white wedding type dress. It is horrible. It is time to take my fucking etizolam and it is down there too. Fuck. How am I going to do that. Go down there and get it. This is fucked whatever I did whatever energy I harnessed I swear I'm getting fucked over for it. They must be having a bad family dinner or something. Fuck. Like I am a man of science but if you saw the shit that was just going on it is horrifying and my fucking etiz is down in the nightmare zone. I'm so fucking creeped out. Fuck. And there you have it. Got a message about how they were sad I couldn't make it and how to stop making it worse on everyone which I have been doing. Now I have invited evil spirits into this home and I am scared out of my mind. For fucks sakes I gotta get the etizolam it's going to be a mission.
 
I don't need rehab I'm already clean and tapering off this shit. I need a psychologist but a lot of people do and it's hard to find one I could stand I have been trying. I am interested. I think I am schizophrenic on top of this other shit. Also ADHD. I'd like to know, do some tests and stuff. It doesn't last long and fucking opiates never ever made me feel insane like that. I'm not working with the same people who gave me that hard drug alprazolam when I felt like I was having a heart attack to get off of the drug because they treat people like that like animals here and they can fuck off for giving me a drug harder to come off than heroin for me when I wasn't thinking straight or in a position to even consider trying it and then cutting me off of the prescription a couple months later. Fuck everyone involved in that and they sure as hell do NOT do comfy valium tapers here. Fuck any sort of rehab or detox I would hang myself before that. It would be nice to have a real life friend who didn't bail on every plan. It would be nice to have a job and a car. Normal people stuff. When I have had those things nothing much has been wrong apart from my back.
I wish I had taken more of those and less of these. I have a feeling I am going to go back to heroin before this is said and done. I am highly functional on it. I would need to have a good job to afford it I already could get pretty pure stuff. I have no intention of quitting drugs though I would like to be a functional addict again so we shall see if that is possible. If it isn't then to hell with my life I've only ever really been happy in life when I had both H and benzos apart from the first years with my ex I cannot forget about that.
 
Goddamn, people out there are still getting opioid scripts? I'm in northern Canada and in full on self medication mode after being cut off from the meagre amount of opioids the drs were giving me.

I literally got laughed and insulted out of the doctors office the other day by him claiming I was looking for narcotics and proceeding to talk down on me and laugh.

On top of that now I'm being forced to taper off my Valium
By another doctor. They're literally laughing as they push patients out the door up here. The chronic pain is getting too much, I'm paying a fortune for shitty oxycocet just to keep the brutal hip pain at bay. Doctor basically told me to 'fuck off and don't come back here' as politely as he could the other day.

I would kill to have 100mgs of morphine a day as I've been forcefully tapered and cut off of every helpful drug I've been prescribed. What's worse is I've never shown any indication of abusing my medication and never shown any drug seeking behaviour.

God dammit... anyone wanna trade hospitals??

Edit^^^: that last line wasn't meant to come off as an attempt at sourcing, just frustrated sarcasm :/
 
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If they tried to take me off my valium I would refuse to put up with it.

I don't know what I would do but it wouldn't be the end of it. I need that shit it's the short acting RC benzos I fucked my brain with.

I've tried to tell them that shroomi. It's inhumane to give somebody a taste of relief and then cut them off like that. My psychiatrist went against my word and forced me into a taper, but wrote the prescription and chart out In a way that it covers her own ass like we 'agreed' on it. The lack of compassionate care up here is laughable. After telling them which drugs work for me, they laugh in my face (literally) and say 'too bad, you aren't getting it anymore'. It's literally turned my money straight from the Canadian govt and into the pocket of drug dealers. It's enough to make you fucking sick. The doctors are either terrified of their patients, or they just dont care about them. It's getting harder and harder every day to keep struggling like this just knowing I can't even get help at our only medical facility.

This is the beauty of living in a tiny, backwards, hick town. The doctors would sooner us go home and die quietly of suicide, or buy drugs on the street and overdose, than adequately provide health care.

I suffer from bipolar disorder, chronic anxiety, and an unknown cause of chronic pain in my back, hips and legs. The reason the cause is unknown is that they refuse to do tests, having me written off before I even enter the door. Sad and pathetic.
 
In my opinion I have had normal reactions to extremely stressful life changing events and access to things that would entice anyone at the time. I am trying to say I am not that different. I used to be chill. My back injury is really when everything went wrong. I was like 22 and making so much money at the time, living in a country home, with my girl at the time, had homegrow sativa and a volcano, my job was amazing... and then I hurt my back and lost everything gradually. I was fired from work because I could no longer work.
I experienced chronic pain in my thoracic spine that left me bedridden in agony day after day while I was chauffeured around by family trying to help, any treatment imaginable really until 2 years had passed. I remember the day I decided to try heroin, I remember getting it, and I remember not liking it at first because I took too much. It was dilaudid that first allowed me to feel like a functional human being.
They didn't treat only the back injury that had fucked my whole life when my career was just starting up. And that had tortured me for two years. I found that they were the ideal drug for me. I could be entirely functional while using perpetually, unlike weed, and it was really euphoric too. Made me cheerful and upbeat, but mellow too. Slow to speak but quick to think. I always had my head on my shoulders back then, until I couldn't afford it as I had been unemployed for a while.
Shit was like totally fine up until then. Sure I was addicted but I was happy and in a happy relationship too. We did a lot of travelling it was amazing and yeah like I really miss her sometimes. I will never be over her even if she hates me now. I had money to do stuff like that, I can't afford a weed habit now.
It only makes sense to go back. It made anger management irrelevant. Back pain like I had never injured myself. Girl problems I could not have cared less if they came up. I sure as hell wasn't looking for that by the end of it. But, I was functional for a long time on the drug and have the means to sustain that if I could find the right job. It is the sole way I have ever found to be content with myself. It is hard to give that up, especially when your condition seems to be worsening without them. I want that energy, mellow vibe, euphoria, pain relief, sociability back. All the positive things about it, and the negatives really only show up when you try and quit or run out. I'd be totally down to go back especially with this etizolam bullshit my anxiety is so much worse since I stopped and it has led to taking more.
I miss being happy. What the fuck even is this? It isn't a life, and it isn't what I would expect after 9 months of effort. I always had a benzo problem it isn't just that I can't get my shit together because ever since I quit opiates not one day have I felt right.

I don't know why I came here but its where I should be..why I signed on I mean...
listen bro I def feel you im down from 3 grams a day to just a bundle and I sweat and try to keep it at the minimum just to not have stomach problems while walking anywhere..but I've been clean also last time it was for 7 months and I hated it because I felt the same way...the joy of living was hard to grasp
but thats so natural like when we use we release like 1800% of dopamine in our brains compared to when we first fall in love or win a prize the human body only releases like 20% of dopamine naturally so the odds are stacked up against us pretty fucking bad..thats what the psychologist taught us at my last rehab
anyway.. its like opiates can work as your Benzo or anxiety medicine and your antidepressant and your pain relief medicine all at the same time according to my psych when she was giving me subs.. I always thought na I can't stay on this shit its worse than my short acting heroin DOC and blah blah but we all need something to get through the week even if its just like PRN like as needed only when you really need a leg up not everyday.. so yeah man the point is
being a human being is hard af.. and life is complicated and simple at the same time.. so I don't beat myself up over feeling the way you do..because I've always reasoned with the addiction by saying what am going to be sober and miserable ? and have poor quality of life.. na ill do what I do...but we all have to find a common ground because using everyday isn't life either.. anyway you have a friend here whenever bro just pm me if you ever wanna chat bout anything

best regards from NYC
 
Try moving provinces, I had to wait three months to book an appointment. In the meantime I was taken abruptly off the valium and oxycodone while starting a new job. Luckily, I already knew one of the most important life lessons "never trust a doctor" and had been heading out there on china white chipped off a Cambodian brick, binging. I binged on dope the whole time I was out there had a great job for a bit and as soon as I got home I ran out and crashed for 6 months. And yeah I never just had valium I had a fuckin pharmacy of downers back then when I had money.

None of it matters at this point I'm a broken man. Waiting around to die and it is torture. I am screaming internally at myself all the time. It isn't a peaceful way to go. I am being psychologically tortured to the point that I would say I have completely lost touch with reality, apart from basic survival instincts and like the ability to read. All I know is hate. I hate everyone and everything.

YEAH the ambiance of the city your in also plays a part in how we feel I think..its hard to find purpose but in comparison to what life has been for other humans in the past..all we are given is about 40 years on this earth to experience feelings (anything extra is gravy)...and life is whatever we make it out to be..so like even if you re locate to Colombia or somewhere and teach English classes or become a 2nd grade gym teacher and just blow a whistle and tell kids to do jumping jacks ..theres always somewhere else you can be.. when I went to Colombia for example all the shops closed mid day cause everyone went home to have lunch w their families and all people cared about was chilling and eating good tasty food.. the ambiance was very very different from here in NYC where everyone just wants to hustle hard this month or year to have a less stressful next moth or next year.. and they forget to live for the moment and it becomes a never ending cycle... even if nothing seems to really seem like you would enjoy doing..and you've lost faith in humanity..theres always a way to flip the script like me Id like to be in law enforcement for like fucked up shit that goes on and get the people doing it ..that seems like it would get my attention.. so even if its fueled by having no faith in humanity I've just turned that hate into being good at catching the perpetrators of the crimes.. or dedicating that hateful energy into following up on leads and shit.. anyway im trying to talk about a whole lot in one statement and cover the spectrum of life issues in one paragraph lol.. all over the place .. fml .. :\
 
Try moving provinces, I had to wait three months to book an appointment. In the meantime I was taken abruptly off the valium and oxycodone while starting a new job. Luckily, I already knew one of the most important life lessons "never trust a doctor" and had been heading out there on china white chipped off a Cambodian brick, binging. I binged on dope the whole time I was out there had a great job for a bit and as soon as I got home I ran out and crashed for 6 months. And yeah I never just had valium I had a fuckin pharmacy of downers back then when I had money.

None of it matters at this point I'm a broken man. Waiting around to die and it is torture. I am screaming internally at myself all the time. It isn't a peaceful way to go. I am being psychologically tortured to the point that I would say I have completely lost touch with reality, apart from basic survival instincts and like the ability to read. All I know is hate. I hate everyone and everything.

Key words here are short acting benzos. Those things are the devil man. Absolute brain fuckers. They are known to cause brain damage that's why any doctor with sense wouldn't prescribe you that life sentence. I found this out the hard way too but luckily I managed to nip the problem in the ass before it became a problem.

I'm waiting til my regular psychiatrist comes back so I can get my full Valium scripts again. Fuck that quack we got here now. (Our hospital doesn't have a regular psychiatrist btw, just two different locums who come in time to time)

The worst problem for me though is the chronic pain I'm in all the time. Only got 10mgs of oxy left, which is barely a dose, and trying to save it for tonight so I can sleep.

Someone went and opened an overprescribing investigation on our only good pain doctor, who works the next town over, and his medical licence is being reviewed. So as of now he isn't taking new patients. When he does I'll be speaking with him for sure.

My next bet may be to set up with my family doctor in fort Mcmurray the next time I head out for work and see him regularly via video conference because FUCK the joke of a medical team we have here.

If I were you shroomi, I would say never touch a short acting benzo again. They seriously harm your brain I've seen people lose their minds from them. It's a hard road for us who chose the left hand path brother, but we can all make it together. Just as long as we keep our will to survive.

I know you will because if you had totally given up you wouldn't be here in the taper support thread.

Hang in there bro and take it one day at a time. We have the best support network here at bluelight.

'All I know is hate'
I know exactly what you mean all too well. I feel the exact same way. I've never been so cold, full of hate, and miserable in all my life
 
ShroomySatori,

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"Breathe"
Pink Floyd

I was not suggesting leaving you in the hands of the Canadian Medical System my dear friend!

As you wish though. ❤️

I wouldn't suggest leaving anyone in the hands of the Canadian medical system LOL. It's actually disgraceful. The opioid crisis in America and western Canada has blown over here in eastern Canada like a storm, where opioid use isn't even prevalent.

But nevertheless, I shall survive. My street doctor is more caring than my real doctor anyway.
 
I wouldn't suggest leaving anyone in the hands of the Canadian medical system LOL. It's actually disgraceful. The opioid crisis in America and western Canada has blown over here in eastern Canada like a storm, where opioid use isn't even prevalent.

But nevertheless, I shall survive. My street doctor is more caring than my real doctor anyway.

Yes. That hurts my heart to hear!

I, myself have managed to find "treatment". I am anxiously awaiting my Doctor appointment. Soon.
Hold on Sherri. I need my fucking Morphine!! Ahhhhhh!
 
Yes. That hurts my heart to hear!

I, myself have managed to find "treatment". I am anxiously awaiting my Doctor appointment. Soon.
Hold on Sherri. I need my fucking Morphine!! Ahhhhhh!

Morphine *drool* my 'doctor' just closed up shop for a few days, guess I'm fucked lol
 
Can you see The Northern Lights, the gorgeous Aroura Borealis where you are in Canada?

That is on top of my list to see!
 
Morphine *drool* my 'doctor' just closed up shop for a few days, guess I'm fucked lol

Oh no! Sorry to hear that!
I shouldn't be complaining here but I am loooosssing my shit over here!
Doctor, Doctor give me the cure!
I need a Doctor!
STAT
 
Oh no! Sorry to hear that!
I shouldn't be complaining here but I am loooosssing my shit over here!
Doctor, Doctor give me the cure!
I need a Doctor!
STAT

My last doctor, who used to have the real good shit, 'gave up practice' so to speak and went on methadone. Good for him but bad for me :(
 
Good morning, everyone. I'm sorry to read about the depth of the pain and struggles so many are having on here. Truth be told, it makes me feel that posting any "success" on my part seems insensitive; but alas, I need to share where I'm at as well: I've tapered down to 17.5 mgs of oxy a day. And, I'm now attempting to take a dose mid-morning and in the evening, so I'm down to taking it twice a day, as opposed to three times. I take 5mgs in mid-morning, and another 12.5 mgs in the evening, which I'll soon taper down to 10mg. Sleep is crucial for me right now, so I guess I need that larger dose at night. It's a slow process, and there have been a few bumps ... but something is keeping me going. I'm just trying to feel good about the "little victories". I've probably stated before that the reason for my relapse was simply a lack of connection. I stopped going to meetings (for many reasons) and I had a lot of time on my hands. It's important for me to feel valuable - to get out of myself and feel like I'm contributing in some way. And I don't mean just at work - I mean with neighbors, friends, family, etc. Just found out that a family member most likely has brain cancer ... puts things into perspective.

I wish I had something wise to say to those really suffering on here. Shroomy - you seem like a young, smart guy with a lot of gifts. Your words indicate, at times, that you just can't see the "good" around you (and in you). But, it's there, my friend ... and I'm sure you know that. I hope you can find something good (or a lot of things) and hold onto it. In your 20's and 30's, you're still resilient, and with your brains ... you can get through this - I hope you can begin to truly "know this" for yourself.
 
For one, uncle_jocko, don't feel bad about posting success stories! It's good to know some of us are getting ahead.

And shroomi, I've been doing this dance for a few years now. It's no good to request a doctor for anything so just don't do it. I agree totally that it is fucked that you can't ask a dr to treat your pain because I'm in the exact same boat. Ive been laughed at and ridiculed at doctors appointments.

I wouldn't ask the doctor for ANYTHING by name, because they will instantly label you a drug seeker, even if it is only one a week. Just hold out until this opioid crisis media fuckery blows over and people realize pain patients aren't drug addicts.

Tell your doctor instead about how much pain you are in and tell them about all the anti inflammatories and shit you took that didn't work. Ie, toridol, ibuprofen, etc. It's better to be passive in this situation, trust me.

Again uncle_jocko congratulations man. Keep up the good work, I'm sure it puts a smile on the face of all of us struggling.
 
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