I feel like I am on the precipice of using heroin. A precipice is a 'cliff edge', so the only way is down, and from reading the last couple of pages, it does seem like you guys would advise against it. So I feel 'precipice' is the correct word, but please, let me tell you why I'm seriously considering it.
I had a good but stressful job until Christmas. I was picking up just under £1000 per week, and I worked in a team where I was popular. But I could not take it anymore. There were two stressors.
1. Being at home alone rather than in an office led to me neglecting my work; my work was becoming poor, and the lack of any real human interaction was really doing me in. I had to give it up. So I have been unemployed since Christmas. Living off my savings. Of course, the issue of no human reaction has continued, and I have no sleep pattern at all.
I'm lucky to get a few hours sleep every 72 hours. I've tried Zopiclone, which I believe gave me the most horrendous headache in the world. Having said that, I have been taking a cocktail of other drugs and having a headache has not gone away, although it is not as bad as after the Zopiclone, which was unbearable.
2. The other stressor is PAIN. Physical and mental pain. I have a herniated disc in my back, which brings me a lot of pain, but I now wake up with pain all over my body, especially in my elbow and knee joints, and I also have constant aches all over my body. And now I have these constant HEADACHES that are driving me crazy.
I have been purchasing tramadol and dihydrocodeine for about 18 months; taking it for the PAIN caused by my herniated disc. My doses vary, especially now I am unemployed but you are looking at a minimum of 100mg tramadol and 60 - 120mg of dihydrocodeine. I don't think these are particularly high doses? I have done the odd 300mg of dihydrocodeine, which provides a 'high' of sorts.
I'm also very depressed. A bachelor at 37, who has never been able to keep a girlfriend for more than five minutes. I believe I will die as a bachelor. I haven't really seen anyone in person since Christmas, and I don't even really want to.
People are getting excited about the prospect of returning to pubs so they can go out, get bladdered, and wake up with a painful hangover. I also used to love doing that, but not any more. I think the whole 'Friday night' thing is shite, especially now that I can't have sex because of the herniated disc in my back. I now hate going out with other people! I can't stand it. It definitely does not make me happy. It's not something I'm looking forward to.
Finally, I have fallen out with my sister, who is all I have family wise. At Christmas, I promised to give her £40,000 to help her get a 4 bedroom house for her and her three children. She responded by calling me 2 or 3 times per day for almost two months, and ultimately she became very rude and inpatient. She was demanding to know why I hadn't facilitated the house move yesterday, whilst paying no regard to the complexities of doing so during a lockdown, and she demonstrated ZERO empathy about my own difficulties.
I snapped, and I was very abrupt in telling her that she is being a selfish cow! I was then told to fuck off, and never contact her again. Apparently, my offer was a bullshit crazy scheme that was never going to happen anyway, and my pain issues are all in my head! She has always been incredibly self-centred, but to me I was effectively being told that my issues don't matter at all, and I'm a cunt because I haven't sorted her out with a 4 bedroom house already. She hasn't called since, which has exacerbated my loneliness. But I'm simply not prepared to deal with that level of selfishness. So I have little-to-no intention of calling her either.
I have become suicidal. The physical pain is often excruciating, and the idea of continuing to live with this pain is just not appealing at all. I wish to be PAIN FREE! On top of that there are feelings of loneliness and real despair. I keep asking how much more can I take? How much longer is this going to go on for? I'm 13 years off being 50 years old. The idea of living with this pain for another 13 years is grotesque. The idea of carrying on beyond the age of 50 just seems totally unrealistic to me! As if!
In conclusion, why should I not try one of the best pain killers known to man?
So you end up clucking and they give you methadone, right? Well, you go on drugs.com and the reviews for methadone as a pain killer, for people with back pain and the like are pretty good:
https://www.drugs.com/comments/methadone/for-chronic-pain.html My only concern is a reference to how methadone can effect the heart, having had issues with palpitations in the past.
But I'm at my wits end. I dream of being pain free. So why not use some proper painkillers rather than shit like tramadol and dihydrocodeine, which simply isn't doing the trick at all?