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With tramadol and codeine its down to the person, back when i took them, codeine did it for me, didnt get much of tramdol TBH, but if one works better for you, and you wanna do it go for the best option 

What is your question? If you've been two weeks sans the drugs, the worst of it is over. There are lingering negative repercussions from prolonged use of Opioids, but realistically what you're experiencing is the deficit of Amphetamine in your system, resulting from cessation of long term daily use. It'll get better, give it some time. Eat well, exercise, and maybe pick up some vitamins to help re-balance yourself. Achieve homeostasis.
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You sound like a drug counselor trying to get a message across. Also, you take a chance telling your doctor you are addicted to a narcotic because they can label you a drug seeker when you really need opiates for legit pain. I would never tell my doctor I was addicted to drugs but that just me.
I make 350k a year, am addicted to opiates......life is ok, but psychologically I'd just like to have a day without opiates/heroin on my mind. Just one day please!!! But it will never happen. It is my destiny and I have to accept it. Life is still quite ok...i travel, go to the ygm, have women, healthy..all good.....but i am a drug addict.
I make 350k a year, am addicted to opiates......life is ok, but psychologically I'd just like to have a day without opiates/heroin on my mind. Just one day please!!! But it will never happen. It is my destiny and I have to accept it. Life is still quite ok...i travel, go to the ygm, have women, healthy..all good.....but i am a drug addict.
Addiction is far too complicated and involves way too many individual factors to be able to pin it down to a science. Like someone else said earlier, opiates aren't some sort of mystical drug different from all the rest. And it is indeed possible to maintain a casual level of use. My own personal experiences with opiates (and other drugs) can definitely attest to that.
I'm 23 now; the first time I ever tried opiates is when I was 16. I took a few Vicodin, absolutely hated the high, and didn't touch the stuff again for a few years. When I was 19, my best friend offered me a Vicodin. I took it. This time, I liked the high. Even so, I only did it whenever my best friend offered me one, and sometimes I'd even turn it down. I'd say I did it probably a grand total of three times when I was 19. I never actively sought them out or anything either. Then one day, I just got over it. I stopped taking opiates completely, they just didn't appeal to me anymore when someone offered them to me.
Sounds good, right? Sounds like I was one of the lucky ones, right?
Yeah, not so much. I used to blame my addiction on my wisdom tooth surgery. I've realized however that I was already well on my way there a few months beforehand; my wisdom tooth surgery simply sped up the process. So, fast forward to the age of 21. I've always had really bad cramps, and Ibuprofen just wasn't cutting it anymore. My friend offered me a Vicodin. I accepted. FUCK YEAH I HAD FOUND THE MAGIC CURE! That was my first mistake. The euphoria was an added bonus, but at the time I was taking them purely for pain relief. I'm talking all symptoms that accompany a woman's "monthly visitor" = completely erased. No cramps, no lower back pain, no irritability or PMS to speak of. I went to my doctor, told her the situation, and for the next five months I was given a script of exactly 4 pills per month. However, I only needed two (my cramps tend to go away after the second day, and one Vicodin was enough to last me the entire day at the time). I'd take the two I needed, set the other two aside, and forget about them. I had a steadily growing pile of Vicodin. That was my second mistake.
So at this point, I'm five months into taking Vicodin for cramps and have grown to like the high a little too much. And this is where my third mistake comes in... I popped two Vicodin one day when I didn't need them. I knew they were addicting, because I'd seen my best friend's boyfriend deal with a very small addiction about a year before that. (Another example of how complicated addiction is, but more on that later.) But since I'd taken opiates so many times before in the past... 7 years ago... 2 years ago... 1 year ago... with absolutely no problems, I assumed I had nothing to worry about and that I could get high just this once. Except that "just this once" soon turned into once a week. Which soon turned into a few times a week. Which soon turned into a few times a week with an upped dosage- 3 1/2 instead of two. I wasn't yet physically addicted at this point, just mentally. When my connects would run dry and I'd have to go a week or two without, I'd be irritated as fuck, but I wouldn't get sick. So that's where I sat with opiates when it came time for my wisdom tooth surgery.
Imagine my delight when I went home with a 30 Vicodin and 6 Percocet for only a little over $10. Took the Percs, they didn't even get me high (I've no idea why, but to this day Oxycodone doesn't work on me even though Hydrocodone does. Weird.) So anyway, the plan was to finish that script and then be done with it. Could have done it too, except my mouth had other plans and decided to develop a couple dry sockets. If you've ever had a dry socket, then you know how fucking INTENSE the pain is... like someone is stabbing a knife into your jaw and twisting it around while you have a migraine. Even just one is bad, but two is just... torture...
So that kicked my addiction up a notch. By the end of that month and a half, I was officially physically addicted to opiates. I was still on a low daily dose, only 4 1/2 pills a day, but when I was finally cut off by my dentist I went into withdrawal anyway. It was a very, VERY mild withdrawal though... the only symptoms I can remember were the sore joins/achiness... still nothing compared to full blown w/d however... and some restlessness. I was still able to go out with friends, sleep, be productive, etc. I genuinely thought I was just sick or had the flu or something... I had no idea at the time that it was withdrawal. It had been three days, and the aches and pains were getting increasingly worse. Tylenol wasn't helping, so take a wild guess what I did...
(I often mentally beat myself up over this part. I should have stopped right then and there... I COULD have stopped. I'd made it through three days, not even realizing I was in withdrawal. I wasn't even having cravings. And I was on DAY THREE. Had I stuck it out just until the NEXT FREAKING MORNING, I'd have woken up to find that the aches and pains were a little bit better... and a little better the next day... and the next... until they'd have gone away completely, and my currently reality would have been gone with them. I still can't believe I had a chance at the easy way out and didn't take it. Hah. The irony of life. Those very, VERY mild withdrawals were certainly endurable... in fact, compared to the full-blown w/d's I experienced later, they were like lying on a bed of feathers and clouds and rainbows. If only I knew then what I knew now, I'd have taken that chance and grasped it. I was SO CLOSE to freedom... so close. Anyway, I suppose there's no point in beating myself up over something I can't go back into the past and change. It's just a bit frustrating.)
... yep, I called my old connect and he gave me a few Vicodin. That was my fourth mistake. And what a surprise, within an hour I was feeling wonderful again and all traces of pain were gone. I had no idea that those two pills were the deciding factor of my entire future... or that the decision I had just made was a catalyst for two (and counting) years of hell. It just blows my fucking mind that if I had simply made one different decision two years ago, my life would be completely different and SO much better today. Like I said, I could have... I had tried taking tylenol and even darvocet for the pain up until that point and it simply wasn't working. I wasn't looking for a high when I took those Vicodin, all I was looking for was pain relief since the third day was the worst. If I had just made the decision to tough it out instead, who knows what my life would be like today. And there it is, chaos theory/the butterfly effect in action, one of life's biggest ironies.
Alright, I'm done raging at myself. So I took the Vicodin. Ran out, got achy again. Took more Vicodin, ran out, got achy again. A week later, I finally had that "Oh fuck" moment and realized what I'd done. At this point, I made the best decision I've made so far in regards to this whole mess: I sucked it up, popped a few Vics for courage, and called my doctor. Our conversation went something like this...
Me: "I have a problem..."
Dr.: "What kind of problem?"
Me: "I think I'm addicted to Vicodin..."
I then explained to her the situation- how I felt like crap whenever I didn't have Vicodin to take, how I was taking more than a normal amount, etc.
Dr.: (after a literal two minutes of silence) "Oh shit."
Me: (in shock that my doctor had actually just cussed, and also a bit scared of what that meant) "... yeahh..."
Dr.: "I was afraid something like this was going to happen."
I guess she had gone through my military medical records that I had given to my doctor's office a couple weeks prior and she saw that I had PTSD, which is apparently what got her worried.
Me: "So what do I need to do?"
Dr.: "There's a drug you can take called Suboxone that is made specifically to treat opiate addiction. I don't have a license to administer the treatment, but Dr. ***** does, and you can come in next week and talk to him."
She then prescribed me ten Vicodin to get me through the next week until I could see him. I was relieved because the conversation had gone SO much better than I thought... I was so scared to tell her. So for those of you who are currently addicted and want help but are too scared to ask for it, TAKE NOTE OF THIS!! Most doctors will be MORE THAN WILLING to help you. They understand. And you're not the first person they've treated or talked to about this. They won't judge you, they won't call the cops. So if that's the only thing that's stopping you from seeking help, just know that you don't have anything to worry about at all... it's easier to fess up than you think!
So anyway, the plan was to see this new doctor and get on Suboxone. Except the insurance company wouldn't cover it. His solution to this was to try and taper me off. With Norco. And here you have mistake number five, except this time it was my doctor's. Because see, at this point, I was still only at a 4 1/2 maybe 6 a day habit. Here's what he SHOULD have done: he should have taken note of my usage, seen that it was hardly severe enough to warrant any sort of treatment let alone Suboxone, and sent me on my way with a script of some sort of strong non-narcotic painkiller and maybe some benzos, to help me get through the next few days of what would have been a very mild withdrawal. Instead, he handed me a script for more opiates (Norco) and told me to take 6 per day, one every four hours.
This method of "treatment" is what kicked my addiction into high-gear. Because now I was taking an opiate 2x stronger than the one I was addicted to AND I was taking more of it. And just like that, I went from a 25-45 mg a day habit to 60 mg. I didn't even stop to question how this method made any sort of sense, because the addict in me was so overjoyed that I got to get high (legally!) for super cheap while I got "better". Hahahaha. I see the irony in that sentence, do you?I was supposed to taper down by 1/2 a mg every two weeks, be switched back to Vicodin when I was at 2 a day, then continue to taper THAT down until I was only at .25 mg, at which point I would jump off.
OBVIOUSLY it didn't work that way. I was getting strong opiates for cheap, I was higher than ever (and therefore more productive, euphoric, etc... I did SO well in school that semester lol), and on top of that I didn't have to hide it anymore because now that I was being "treated" it was suddenly "acceptable". It wasn't long before 60 mg a day just wasn't enough and I had to seek out additional sources. I was up to 140 mg a day before I finally told my doctor that I was failing miserably at this tapering business. He decided to put me on Suboxone and just give me the sample pills they kept at the office until we could figure out a way for my insurance company to approve it (which they finally did!) We set up an appointment for the next week and I was good to go... I was going to get my life back on track and finally get off of opiates for good... or so I thought.
In short, I've been on Suboxone for a little over a year now and am having IMMENSE trouble getting off of it. (Buprenorphine, the active ingredient in Suboxone, is an opiate for those of you who don't know. It just doesn't get you high because of the Naloxone added to it.) I developed severe anxiety after getting off the pills, so he prescribed me Xanax as well a short while later. I'm now dependent on that, too. It's nothing like opiates... benzo's were never my vice... in fact, I was on them for a few months when I was 15 and never had any problems once I stopped taking them- my anxiety didn't come back until very recently, 7 years later from when I was last prescribed them. I'd be lying if I said there weren't a few times that I'd take a few extra just to get high or that I didn't turn to my Xanax whenever my emotions became too overwhelming to deal with now that I didn't have opiates to fall back on. But I stopped doing that MONTHS ago, I only take them as prescribed and sometimes even less, I don't get cravings for them, I don't feel the need to take more, etc. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that it could potentially be dangerous (and if it weren't for my anxiety of course), I probably wouldn't even remember to take them at all. I'm not ADDICTED, but according to my doctor he has no doubt in his mind that I am DEPENDENT, simply because I was kept on them for such a long time. Whether or not there really is a level of physical dependence there or not, I don't know... but I'm not willing to risk a seizure to find out, so I will continue tapering like my addiction specialist told me to.
So there you have it. I went from hating opiates, to not taking them at all, to taking them only very VERY rarely or only when needed, to not taking them at all AGAIN, to being a casual user, to becoming dependent, and finally into a full-blown addict. While at the same time having developed a possible dependence to benzo's, another thing I didn't have any problem with when I had taken them previously. I've done A LOT of different substances- alcohol, weed, coke, meth, shrooms, E, pharms- Coricidin, Adderall, Soma, sleeping pills, benzos (Valium, Xanax, Klonopin, Ativan), opiates... and yet nothing has taken a hold of me the way opiates have. To be fair, I did abuse the Coricidin and meth for quite a bit in my experimental teenager phase... but that only lasted about two years, tops, and once I decided to stop I just stopped- I was able to walk away from it, never look back, no withdrawals, no cravings, haven't touched the stuff since (it's been 7 years!) and actually both of those drugs disgust me to this day. Not so with opiates. I could never simply walk away from opiates without having cravings or withdrawals, and even though I have confidence in myself that I WILL get clean, I know in my heart that I will never be disgusted by the thought of them. They'll always be a temptation, and I'll never be able to take them when it's necessary for medical reasons... not unless the prescribing physician keeps a very tight grip and a very steady eye on my prescription.
And then you have my best friend's boyfriend, who's addiction was very tame compared to mine (and even mine is tame compared to some others). He became addicted after only a few weeks of use, was taking about 9 5/500's per day for a month or two, then abruptly stopped. Just out of no where. It's been three years and he hasn't taken a Vicodin since.
Then there's my best friend herself, along with a couple other people I know. They've all been taking Vicodin recreationally for much longer than I have and have always managed to keep it under control. They don't take it more than MAYBE once or twice a month, if that. It's probably much less.
So, why are some people able to take opiates and control it while others can't? Why was it so easy for my friend's boyfriend to just up and quit after such a short time, while it takes other people years? Why did I get addicted now, instead of the very first time I took it... or even the second or third or fourth time? And why do opiates have so much power over me, while I could very easily never touch any other drug again in my life? Why is it the other way around for some other people?
The answer to these questions are simple: addiction is fucking complicated. There is no rhyme or reason to it. It can happen to anyone, at any point in their lives, whether it's their first time taking the drug or their billionth time taking it. There are so many variables- situation, life experiences, maybe even age. All of these things play a part.
Moral of the story: Be careful with drug use of ANY kind, no matter what drug it is. Either that, or just listen to what the D.A.R.E. officers told you in 5th grade- don't do drugs. Addiction is a sneaky bitch, you just never know...
TBH I have found amphetamine withdrawls to be more mentally traumatizing then stopping opiates.
EDIT: and what goes around.... comes around. Karmas a bitch... nothings free![]()