Today is day 5 into detoxing from pain killers. I'm doing it at home with the support of my family, who have been wonderful and are really excited to see me clean. I'm still having Chills (Pins/Needles), extreme muscle fatigue, fire shites, Restless Legs, no sleep for longer than 30 min., and racing thoughts in my head everytime I close my eyes. Please tell me this is going to get better!
I started taking opiates in 2006 being prescribed by my doctor for bulging discs in my L-5 spine. At the time, I was using pot, coke, and x on a regular basis. I researched all about opiates, which ones were the best, and when I saw my doc, I played dumb, pretended not to know anything about pain medicine. He perceived me as a healthy, fit (which I was at the time), and non addictive person who had just popped this disc out working out (which I did), and now is in extreme pain. The truth was, I wasn't in as much pain as I said I was, because I was working out regularly and I kept my core (abs, and lower back) muscles fit so the pain was pretty minimal.
However, I was on a mission to get the best of the best through my doc pill-wise, so I kept going back and complaining about the the pain. He started me on Percocet 5mgs, which moved very steadily to oxy ir 5mgs and fentanyl patches of 125mcs, replaced every two days. Well needless to say, I was hooked bad. with the fentanyl being constantly in my system, I believe my tolerance raised very fast. Soon after, I had my first withdrawal when I woke up one morning and needed to change my patches. Ill never forget the thoughts going thru my head when I woke up with chills/sweats, etc.
In about the span of a year or two, I had worked myself up to Opana 60mgs (1 40mg and 1 20 mg) three times a day, with roxi 30s for breakthru. This is where I start to lose control. I had to follow a physical therapy schedule as a condition of my doc treating me, so I would get so messed up when I went to my therapy sessions, that the counselor finally contacted my doc and told him that im slurring my speech and falling asleep in therapy. Right away, I was given tapering off scripts for Opana (which I never followed) and my doc told me he couldn't treat me anymore. Soon after my Opana ran out, I was buying pills on the street through a couple different people, but it would never be enough to get me thru. I was waking up everyday sick, and felt so helpless that I was so chained to this addiction.
Fast forward to last year, I decide enough is enough, I'm just going to go to the methadone clinic and get stable so I can live without looking for pills all day. Well the methadone clinic worked wonders, I had stopped at 120mg, and didnt feel sick anymore in the morning. I got a great job and could not only hold it down, but was also one of the best there. Things were going great as long as my opiate receptors were constantly filled, but then I got bored and started buying coke and oxys on a regular basis. One year later I was administratively detoxed from the program for bad UAs, Feb. 28 was my last dose. I thought, this is great, Ill just kick opiates and everything will be great. Well my life became so fucked up after I was detoxed, that I had crashed two of my cars in two consecutive days, and am now on a 4-month revocation for my license.
So I was sick for a couple days, when finally, I got a connect for Ds and Morphine ER 200s. This kept me going at work all the way until last saturday when I ran out. So here I am, still detoxing, feeling like shit, but having this small reserved hope that I can finally put this life behind me and live like I should be living! I feel like I've made it this far, that it should only be a matter of time before I finally put this in my past. I have too much to live for (wife, 3 kids) and I'm only 24.
Sorry for the long post, I just had to get my story out.
I started taking opiates in 2006 being prescribed by my doctor for bulging discs in my L-5 spine. At the time, I was using pot, coke, and x on a regular basis. I researched all about opiates, which ones were the best, and when I saw my doc, I played dumb, pretended not to know anything about pain medicine. He perceived me as a healthy, fit (which I was at the time), and non addictive person who had just popped this disc out working out (which I did), and now is in extreme pain. The truth was, I wasn't in as much pain as I said I was, because I was working out regularly and I kept my core (abs, and lower back) muscles fit so the pain was pretty minimal.
However, I was on a mission to get the best of the best through my doc pill-wise, so I kept going back and complaining about the the pain. He started me on Percocet 5mgs, which moved very steadily to oxy ir 5mgs and fentanyl patches of 125mcs, replaced every two days. Well needless to say, I was hooked bad. with the fentanyl being constantly in my system, I believe my tolerance raised very fast. Soon after, I had my first withdrawal when I woke up one morning and needed to change my patches. Ill never forget the thoughts going thru my head when I woke up with chills/sweats, etc.
In about the span of a year or two, I had worked myself up to Opana 60mgs (1 40mg and 1 20 mg) three times a day, with roxi 30s for breakthru. This is where I start to lose control. I had to follow a physical therapy schedule as a condition of my doc treating me, so I would get so messed up when I went to my therapy sessions, that the counselor finally contacted my doc and told him that im slurring my speech and falling asleep in therapy. Right away, I was given tapering off scripts for Opana (which I never followed) and my doc told me he couldn't treat me anymore. Soon after my Opana ran out, I was buying pills on the street through a couple different people, but it would never be enough to get me thru. I was waking up everyday sick, and felt so helpless that I was so chained to this addiction.
Fast forward to last year, I decide enough is enough, I'm just going to go to the methadone clinic and get stable so I can live without looking for pills all day. Well the methadone clinic worked wonders, I had stopped at 120mg, and didnt feel sick anymore in the morning. I got a great job and could not only hold it down, but was also one of the best there. Things were going great as long as my opiate receptors were constantly filled, but then I got bored and started buying coke and oxys on a regular basis. One year later I was administratively detoxed from the program for bad UAs, Feb. 28 was my last dose. I thought, this is great, Ill just kick opiates and everything will be great. Well my life became so fucked up after I was detoxed, that I had crashed two of my cars in two consecutive days, and am now on a 4-month revocation for my license.
So I was sick for a couple days, when finally, I got a connect for Ds and Morphine ER 200s. This kept me going at work all the way until last saturday when I ran out. So here I am, still detoxing, feeling like shit, but having this small reserved hope that I can finally put this life behind me and live like I should be living! I feel like I've made it this far, that it should only be a matter of time before I finally put this in my past. I have too much to live for (wife, 3 kids) and I'm only 24.
Sorry for the long post, I just had to get my story out.