bennyZA
Bluelighter
So I touched on this in the Pain Management Megathread, but I'd like to post it here so I can hear from the TDS peeps.
Many have already heard my story, but I'll just put it out there anyways. I broke both shoulders and my knee a few years back, was given intense amount of painkillers, got addicted, od'd, was taken off. Started dislocating my shoulder, a lot. Was in super serious need of pk's so my doctor gave me fentanyl patches because I needed something, and he felt these were the hardest to abuse. He was right, and they've been great, but he refuses, absolutely refuses, to give me breakthrough meds. Which he does for good reason, and I can't blame him.
Today I dislocated my shoulder really bad, worse than normal, and it hurts sooooo much.
I put on a new patch, 50 mcg/hr (which is usually good enough for everyday pain), and then I put probably 25mcg/hr worth of patch on my gums. I feel a lot better, but I just used an entire patch and 1/2 before I needed to.
BUT MENTALLY, I FEEL TERRIBLE... I did some junkie shit by putting it on my gums. Something I told myself I would never do. I didn't just do it once either. I put 1 piece on my gums, felt okay, put on another. One piece came off, and even though the pain was sorta bearable at this point I put another half a patch on my skin AND gummed some more. I am officially high, recreationally high. I want to put on more and I want to get higher. I'm also really worried that now that I started I'm going to go down the path of abuse that I wont be able to stop. I violated the newfound trust my doctor put into me after about a year without any issues. I've talked to him not long ago and he said flat out that although he trusts me enough for the fent, he will probably never trust me with IR meds. I've proven to myself that no matter what, I'm still a junkie at heart. I feel like all the hard work I've done around me is falling apart.
But I'm in soooooo much pain. It still hurts, but not that bad. I just know that if I wasn't high like this, I would be in excruciating pain, like before. On top of it all, it's freezing outside and my knee hurts real bad too. How the fuck does someone like me, who is in so much pain, live. What the fuck.
This is why a lot of the time I consider committing suicide. Even though I'm not really that depressed, I just want the pain to go away forever. I've died once and I've had hella seizures, so I know what it's like for everything to just end. You know what... it's kinda nice. Things are just over. No more worrying about being a junkie, no more pain.
How to I right this sinking ship?
Many have already heard my story, but I'll just put it out there anyways. I broke both shoulders and my knee a few years back, was given intense amount of painkillers, got addicted, od'd, was taken off. Started dislocating my shoulder, a lot. Was in super serious need of pk's so my doctor gave me fentanyl patches because I needed something, and he felt these were the hardest to abuse. He was right, and they've been great, but he refuses, absolutely refuses, to give me breakthrough meds. Which he does for good reason, and I can't blame him.
Today I dislocated my shoulder really bad, worse than normal, and it hurts sooooo much.
I put on a new patch, 50 mcg/hr (which is usually good enough for everyday pain), and then I put probably 25mcg/hr worth of patch on my gums. I feel a lot better, but I just used an entire patch and 1/2 before I needed to.
BUT MENTALLY, I FEEL TERRIBLE... I did some junkie shit by putting it on my gums. Something I told myself I would never do. I didn't just do it once either. I put 1 piece on my gums, felt okay, put on another. One piece came off, and even though the pain was sorta bearable at this point I put another half a patch on my skin AND gummed some more. I am officially high, recreationally high. I want to put on more and I want to get higher. I'm also really worried that now that I started I'm going to go down the path of abuse that I wont be able to stop. I violated the newfound trust my doctor put into me after about a year without any issues. I've talked to him not long ago and he said flat out that although he trusts me enough for the fent, he will probably never trust me with IR meds. I've proven to myself that no matter what, I'm still a junkie at heart. I feel like all the hard work I've done around me is falling apart.
But I'm in soooooo much pain. It still hurts, but not that bad. I just know that if I wasn't high like this, I would be in excruciating pain, like before. On top of it all, it's freezing outside and my knee hurts real bad too. How the fuck does someone like me, who is in so much pain, live. What the fuck.
This is why a lot of the time I consider committing suicide. Even though I'm not really that depressed, I just want the pain to go away forever. I've died once and I've had hella seizures, so I know what it's like for everything to just end. You know what... it's kinda nice. Things are just over. No more worrying about being a junkie, no more pain.
How to I right this sinking ship?


