It starts off simple, almost innocent.
You get in an accident and injure yourself. You go to the hospital, get evaluated by a physician, then they reach for their prescription pad and scribble you a prescription for an "odone". In this case, it started with hydrocodone. 7.5 mg of hydrocodone, 325 mg of acetaminophen. Vicodin. Add a muscle relaxer in for good measure, preferably carisoprodol. Soma. You go home, take 2 tablets of the Vicodin, 1 of the Soma. You feel fucking AMAZING. The warmth takes over your body, everything is fuzzy, happiness floods your brain. The pain is instantly gone. The pain from the accident, the pain from growing up in a fucked up household as a child. Everything is gone. Everything dissipates. You make it a nightly ritual to take your medication right before bed, it helps you sleep after all. You spend your nights in your bed, surfing the web, playing games on your phone while nodding in and out of consciousness. Your back doesn't hurt. Your depression goes away. Everything seems okay in the world. Until your prescription runs out.
You follow up with your primary care physician about your pain. Tell her what happened. Play on her emotions. Make her feel bad for you. You were only 19, you did not ask to be rear ended by a drunk driver. She is a new doctor and only 5 years older than you, so you get her on your side. She asks about your emergency room visit, what helped you, what was prescribed. You tell her that you got "something with tylenol and hydrocodone". Do not say the word "Vicodin". Do not let her know that you are in love with this drug. Pretend like you are oblivious to it. When she asks how it works, you tell her that it knocks your pain down to a 7/10 instead of a 9/10. "Is there anything else we can do for the pain?" Of course there is. She prescribes you another "odone". This time, it's oxycodone. You go home, take 2. WOW. Even better. You fall in love. This love affair lasts for 2 years. Then, I stay clean. For 4 months. I complain again, and get the beloved hydrocodone.
My mind falls in love again. My bod
You get in an accident and injure yourself. You go to the hospital, get evaluated by a physician, then they reach for their prescription pad and scribble you a prescription for an "odone". In this case, it started with hydrocodone. 7.5 mg of hydrocodone, 325 mg of acetaminophen. Vicodin. Add a muscle relaxer in for good measure, preferably carisoprodol. Soma. You go home, take 2 tablets of the Vicodin, 1 of the Soma. You feel fucking AMAZING. The warmth takes over your body, everything is fuzzy, happiness floods your brain. The pain is instantly gone. The pain from the accident, the pain from growing up in a fucked up household as a child. Everything is gone. Everything dissipates. You make it a nightly ritual to take your medication right before bed, it helps you sleep after all. You spend your nights in your bed, surfing the web, playing games on your phone while nodding in and out of consciousness. Your back doesn't hurt. Your depression goes away. Everything seems okay in the world. Until your prescription runs out.
You follow up with your primary care physician about your pain. Tell her what happened. Play on her emotions. Make her feel bad for you. You were only 19, you did not ask to be rear ended by a drunk driver. She is a new doctor and only 5 years older than you, so you get her on your side. She asks about your emergency room visit, what helped you, what was prescribed. You tell her that you got "something with tylenol and hydrocodone". Do not say the word "Vicodin". Do not let her know that you are in love with this drug. Pretend like you are oblivious to it. When she asks how it works, you tell her that it knocks your pain down to a 7/10 instead of a 9/10. "Is there anything else we can do for the pain?" Of course there is. She prescribes you another "odone". This time, it's oxycodone. You go home, take 2. WOW. Even better. You fall in love. This love affair lasts for 2 years. Then, I stay clean. For 4 months. I complain again, and get the beloved hydrocodone.
My mind falls in love again. My bod