@sekio The story begins with a nearly fatal overdose of etaqualone. Family members found me nonresponsive and not breathing. Last thing i remember i put on a pore clarifying mud mask in preparation for a bath, and took a hit of etaqualone of foil.
4 days later i wake up in an ICU, intubated. Of course i start gagging from the tube down my throat and started pulling it out, before nurses ran over. "Did you do this to yourself? Were you trying to commit suicide" was the first thing they asked. Apparently i had done the whole clinically dead thing, but survived. Convinced i might have brain damage from having not been breathing for an unknown time, they did many tests. Was there for a week total. I had the strangest feeling for a few days, like part of me actually had died. As soon as i got home i went straight for my benzos stash.
Weeks later im in line at a hospital pharmacy. A loud mouth jewish man in front of me was arguing with the pharmacist about the pharmacological properties of some drug and its contraindications. I interject with my insights (they were both incorrect in a sense). "Are you a medical student?", then i say.... "yes I am, im actually an international medical graduate and finished medical school in Australia. I'm working now to get licensed here in my state" (this was of course a benzo and methylphenidate infused lie). We talk and talk, he is clearly impressed by me, and in the parking lot he gives me a briefcase full of medical files. He is a psychiatrist who also does QME's (qualified medical exams -- testimony for court). He is impressed with my knowledge of pharmacology and asked if I would be willing to work for him and help him on some of his cases. I agree. This is how it started. Eventually i would end up working at his practice, had my own office, patients, and started writing expert medical testimony.
My first write up was a wrongful death lawsuit where a man in the army died from apparently drug related cause, but the family felt that the army physician was at fault. I argued (on behalf of his family) that the base's physician treatments (high dose tramadol, for a patient known to abuse tramadol, co-prescribed with citalopram) resulted in his death (autopsy consistent with serotonin syndrome).
Aside form writing me "expert" testimony I began seeing his patients in his frequent and sporadic absences (he was bipolar and suffering from ocd -- he even had his license suspended due to a psychiatric hospitalization) as he was unreliable so i started seeing some of them. Then, I proposed the idea of integrating buprenorphine treatment into his practice because it was lucrative. I dealt with all the licensing, and even took the 8 hour online test for him to get the DEA waiver to allow its prescription...
The story goes on, maybe ill tell more later.
I really was a pretty decent psychiatrist and an excellent administrator. Ultimately, other psychiatrists started consulting with me for guidance in integrating buprenorphine treatment into their practices. I became a sort of expert on how to introduce a new revenue stream into ones practice by offering buprenorphine therapy. No one doubted me for a moment. I had few doubters (his female medical biller did doubt me howeve, and jokingly said she wanted to see my diploma, so I fired her and hired a replacement). (I also ran the office so I hired and fired all staff.)
This would have never happened without benzos and stimulants. I also believe that the recent temporary brain damage i experienced from being hypoxic for so long contributed to this significantly. Ultimately I quit because the other doctor was not treating the buprenorphine patients as they needed to be, so I pulled his DEA and SAMHSA waivers/license to provide buprenorphine services.
So, in short, i ODd on etaqualone, was clinically dead for a bit, and under the influence of benzos, started practicing psychiatry.