Hello, I am a new member here (though I have regularly refered to this site for information regarding my past drug use for tips, as well as for drug-quitting advice, all while using, but decided to join membership tonight while finding myself in an unforeseen predicament)...Although this is a complicated story, I will try my best to keep post as brief as possible*
I am in such a state of disbelief over the complete lack of seriousness, and truly disrespectful, mind boggling level of unprofessionalism my doctors office showed today(??!?!!)... My doctor prescribed me suboxine almost 2 months ago to replace my 2.5 year heroin addiction. He, with the help of my incredibly supportive boyfriend, got me on 2x 8mg (16 total) SUBs per day for the first week, where over the course of said (just under) 2 months: I have slowly tapered down (as of 2 nights ago) to 4mg. I've been taking my SUB doses seriously and prefer the 24-hour (versus half every 12-hour approach), and my last dose of 4mg was last night at 11:30pm. It is, right this minute: 8:50pm*
Well get this: this very morning, before work, I dropped of my LAST prescription (15x 8mg pills, hoping to have left overs and been done with the nightmare, never needing to revisit again, not intentionally) off at the pharmacy. They asked when I'd be picking it up, I said after 4pm when finished with work. On my way to the pharmacy I listened to a voice-message informing me that they couldn't fill the subscription because they needed to check something with the doctor. So I went to the pharmacy anyway to find out what happened. Here's the story:
It turns out that these past (nearly 2 months) my doctor never had the LICENSE to prescribe me suboxine. They (the pharmacy) LUCKILY "caught" it THIS time. I IMMEDIATELY called the doctors office to find out WHAT THE HELL was going on... And the receptionist told me the same thing. ...I asked: "So what am I supposed to do?! I will be SICK over this weekend**!" She transferred me to another receptionist who told me that I can call back Monday. I asked, "What is Monday going to solve?" She said, "He will find out how to apply for the registration to prescribe this medication". Oh, and she told me if I get sick over the weekend I can visit the nearest ER Hospital.
Trying to keep this as short as possible, I am in such shock that any of this happened in the first place? How in the he'll was this doctor "treating" me all along? And by the way, I'm a PATIENT here, NOT a damn customer or client. And how everyone seemed to have "known" who I was toward the end... "she's that heroin addict, but look how far she's come" mentality and treatment... I'm fine with being the freaking mirror of what could be, the worst case scenario or whatever it is these people think, but to have gotten such a brush off, they KNOW me NOW, BY NAME... To say "oh he left, call back Monday, and go to the ER if you feel sick" also knowing I have ZERO INSURANCE, my boyfriend pays for all visits with his card. ANYWAY, I'm REALLY starting to get scared because I have just enough for tonight: one half of an 8mg pill. Come tomorrow night at 11:30 (assuming I even take the entire HALF pill tonight??Or at 11:30pmfor that matter??) It simply won't last me till Monday, and god knows how long it will take to get HIS license straightened out???...
My furry is this: the fact that I am even contemplating calling every single drug dealer who's phone number I have memorized, or just cruize up to their home(s) to either ASK IF THEY HAVE ANY SUBOXINE PILLS(highly doubtful**), or have to buy heroin? ...I clearly have the cash, was ANTICIPATING using it for my SUBSCRIPTION. By the way: my boyfriend is on a yet another business trip, to New Zealand trip, the only reason I got away hiding my addiction from him for so long. If he were here, I would be so much calmer, he would figure a way to work this out, but I can't even talk to him for another three days because he's at sea AND last I heard he managed to break his FOOT during the beginning of the trip?? I am loosing my mind needing to talk to him, to see how in the he'll HE is holding up?!?? Love is a true blessing (I mean that whole heartedly, NO sarcasm intended) ...To the END of the POINT of my post: HOW in the hell dare they put me such a tug-of-war position, AND treat it so casually? I am at a loss for words over their incompetency?!?! On and on and on and on...
If ANYONE has ANY advice, I would genuinely and sincerely appreciate it. Thank You for reading this ridiculously long post. Thank You, JMT
I am in such a state of disbelief over the complete lack of seriousness, and truly disrespectful, mind boggling level of unprofessionalism my doctors office showed today(??!?!!)... My doctor prescribed me suboxine almost 2 months ago to replace my 2.5 year heroin addiction. He, with the help of my incredibly supportive boyfriend, got me on 2x 8mg (16 total) SUBs per day for the first week, where over the course of said (just under) 2 months: I have slowly tapered down (as of 2 nights ago) to 4mg. I've been taking my SUB doses seriously and prefer the 24-hour (versus half every 12-hour approach), and my last dose of 4mg was last night at 11:30pm. It is, right this minute: 8:50pm*
Well get this: this very morning, before work, I dropped of my LAST prescription (15x 8mg pills, hoping to have left overs and been done with the nightmare, never needing to revisit again, not intentionally) off at the pharmacy. They asked when I'd be picking it up, I said after 4pm when finished with work. On my way to the pharmacy I listened to a voice-message informing me that they couldn't fill the subscription because they needed to check something with the doctor. So I went to the pharmacy anyway to find out what happened. Here's the story:
It turns out that these past (nearly 2 months) my doctor never had the LICENSE to prescribe me suboxine. They (the pharmacy) LUCKILY "caught" it THIS time. I IMMEDIATELY called the doctors office to find out WHAT THE HELL was going on... And the receptionist told me the same thing. ...I asked: "So what am I supposed to do?! I will be SICK over this weekend**!" She transferred me to another receptionist who told me that I can call back Monday. I asked, "What is Monday going to solve?" She said, "He will find out how to apply for the registration to prescribe this medication". Oh, and she told me if I get sick over the weekend I can visit the nearest ER Hospital.
Trying to keep this as short as possible, I am in such shock that any of this happened in the first place? How in the he'll was this doctor "treating" me all along? And by the way, I'm a PATIENT here, NOT a damn customer or client. And how everyone seemed to have "known" who I was toward the end... "she's that heroin addict, but look how far she's come" mentality and treatment... I'm fine with being the freaking mirror of what could be, the worst case scenario or whatever it is these people think, but to have gotten such a brush off, they KNOW me NOW, BY NAME... To say "oh he left, call back Monday, and go to the ER if you feel sick" also knowing I have ZERO INSURANCE, my boyfriend pays for all visits with his card. ANYWAY, I'm REALLY starting to get scared because I have just enough for tonight: one half of an 8mg pill. Come tomorrow night at 11:30 (assuming I even take the entire HALF pill tonight??Or at 11:30pmfor that matter??) It simply won't last me till Monday, and god knows how long it will take to get HIS license straightened out???...
My furry is this: the fact that I am even contemplating calling every single drug dealer who's phone number I have memorized, or just cruize up to their home(s) to either ASK IF THEY HAVE ANY SUBOXINE PILLS(highly doubtful**), or have to buy heroin? ...I clearly have the cash, was ANTICIPATING using it for my SUBSCRIPTION. By the way: my boyfriend is on a yet another business trip, to New Zealand trip, the only reason I got away hiding my addiction from him for so long. If he were here, I would be so much calmer, he would figure a way to work this out, but I can't even talk to him for another three days because he's at sea AND last I heard he managed to break his FOOT during the beginning of the trip?? I am loosing my mind needing to talk to him, to see how in the he'll HE is holding up?!?? Love is a true blessing (I mean that whole heartedly, NO sarcasm intended) ...To the END of the POINT of my post: HOW in the hell dare they put me such a tug-of-war position, AND treat it so casually? I am at a loss for words over their incompetency?!?! On and on and on and on...
If ANYONE has ANY advice, I would genuinely and sincerely appreciate it. Thank You for reading this ridiculously long post. Thank You, JMT
