Pill mill stories , or doctor stories, how did it all start for YOU?

[hwbush336]

Id like to here how it all started for people. For me it was a few car crashes , and the last pill mill in Ohio I think ! My girlfriend at the time wrecked my dad's 2000 mustang drag racing on the streets . She rolled it 5 times across 3 front yards .long story short we had a plan to do a little Dr shopping with her so called injury, well she finally was referred to a pain specialist , he was a small office inside of grant hostpital in Ohio which is the one of biggest trauma hostpitals in the Midwest . Anyway the very first appointment he prescribed her 10 mg oxy and 10 mg morphine, the next month she complained they weren't doing nothing ANC he moved her to 15 mg roxy 150 a month and 40 mg Opana g74s .60 per month . And that went on for 3 years until his office was shut down and a few of his patients were caught selling there scripts by the dEA . Then I was in a crash myself and severely injured and had to fight tooth and nail just to get perc 5s lol my surgeon just wouldn't go higher and then I found Fyntinol and it was over with from there

 

[LittleSeagull]

Doctors in the UK are so strict, normally people just go strait to heroin here, no messing about with pills, I tried getting valium off my doctor when I was about 16 after trying them off my brother, I ended up getting a script of tamazapam after having to go back saying antidepressants wasn't working which he'd prescribed when I told him I was down about my brother being back in prison, I didn't care tbh my brother was an asshole lol, but after one script I moved 80 miles away from where I grew up and the new doctor didn't give those out here, think I had one script and told no more, but by then I was 17 and on herion so wasn't bothered really as they never done much to me even in high doses

I'm nearly 22 years clean of heroin now, fucking strange thing is I'm trying to give up ketamine and dreamed I was trying to score heroin last night lol, I can never get any drugs when I have drug dream's lol

 

[hwbush336]

Doctors in the UK are so strict, normally people just go strait to heroin here, no messing about with pills, I tried getting valium off my doctor when I was about 16 after trying them off my brother, I ended up getting a script of tamazapam after having to go back saying antidepressants wasn't working which he'd prescribed when I told him I was down about my brother being back in prison, I didn't care tbh my brother was an asshole lol, but after one script I moved 80 miles away from where I grew up and the new doctor didn't give those out here, think I had one script and told no more, but by then I was 17 and on herion so wasn't bothered really as they never done much to me even in high doses

I'm nearly 22 years clean of heroin now, fucking strange thing is I'm trying to give up ketamine and dreamed I was trying to score heroin last night lol, I can never get any drugs when I have drug dream's lol

Hahaha I know about those dreams man . Now I'm nott near a speck of sober time you have im 6 months but I'm plagued with drug dreams crack mostly

 

[LittleSeagull]

Hahaha I know about those dreams man . Now I'm nott near a speck of sober time you have im 6 months but I'm plagued with drug dreams crack mostly

They get less and less, then you'll have them occasionally and before long once in a while sometims not for ages, I started taking benzos and other pills and then Ketamine many many years after stopping heroin if I hadn't of then maybe I wouldn't get any drug dreams at all, 6 months is really good though, keep at it

 

[Keif' Richards]

Hey guys! I'd like to move this to a more appropriate sub-forum. I'm sending it over to Drug Culture.

I required a lot of surgeries throughout my child and adulthood. I would take Opioids any time I had surgery for a few days. By the time I was 10, I began to seriously look forward to surgery. I didn't quite understand at that time. I just knew that after surgery I always felt so nice. I remember watching the "Three Amigos" when I was in the hospital and just laughing hysterically.

High School came around and ~2008 was still the OxyContin era. My school was rife with the shit. By the time I was 15 I knew that the Opioids were what made me so happy. When I was given the opportunity to use this magic whenever I wanted, I jumped at the chance. I was already psychologically addicted to Opioids. I had spent a lot of time musing over the experiences and was primed for addiction.

That was 15. I had a job at a restaurant and bought a car with that money. My usage was "in control" at this time, as in, I still had money for gas and other things. Once I got my car I started driving from Lowell (shit hole) to Lawrence (even shittier) to buy Heroin. I remember remarking, "wow this is so potent, this is the answer to my problems".

I spent my High School and College years in a state of semi-functional addiction. I was able to graduate. I maintained my habit largely because most people were not willing to go to Lawrence. I could buy at half-price and sell it at Lowell prices. This was no enterprise. I was making just enough to maintain myself. That was how everything started. I basically lived in an economically depressed town, hence the easy availability. I had taken Opioids intermittently throughout my childhood. It all came together to make me an addict.

 

[hwbush336]

Hey guys! I'd like to move this to a more appropriate sub-forum. I'm sending it over to Drug Culture.

I required a lot of surgeries throughout my child and adulthood. I would take Opioids any time I had surgery for a few days. By the time I was 10, I began to seriously look forward to surgery. I didn't quite understand at that time. I just knew that after surgery I always felt so nice. I remember watching the "Three Amigos" when I was in the hospital and just laughing hysterically.

High School came around and ~2008 was still the OxyContin era. My school was rife with the shit. By the time I was 15 I knew that the Opioids were what made me so happy. When I was given the opportunity to use this magic whenever I wanted, I jumped at the chance. I was already psychologically addicted to Opioids. I had spent a lot of time musing over the experiences and was primed for addiction.

That was 15. I had a job at a restaurant and bought a car with that money. My usage was "in control" at this time, as in, I still had money for gas and other things. Once I got my car I started driving from Lowell (shit hole) to Lawrence (even shittier) to buy Heroin. I remember remarking, "wow this is so potent, this is the answer to my problems".

I spent my High School and College years in a state of semi-functional addiction. I was able to graduate. I maintained my habit largely because most people were not willing to go to Lawrence. I could buy at half-price and sell it at Lowell prices. This was no enterprise. I was making just enough to maintain myself. That was how everything started. I basically lived in an economically depressed town, hence the easy availability. I had taken Opioids intermittently throughout my childhood. It all came together to make me an addict.

No problem brother I'm pretty new to blue light I've been lurking since 2008ish lol i kinda just started posting talking early this year

 

[hwbush336]

Hey guys! I'd like to move this to a more appropriate sub-forum. I'm sending it over to Drug Culture.

I required a lot of surgeries throughout my child and adulthood. I would take Opioids any time I had surgery for a few days. By the time I was 10, I began to seriously look forward to surgery. I didn't quite understand at that time. I just knew that after surgery I always felt so nice. I remember watching the "Three Amigos" when I was in the hospital and just laughing hysterically.

High School came around and ~2008 was still the OxyContin era. My school was rife with the shit. By the time I was 15 I knew that the Opioids were what made me so happy. When I was given the opportunity to use this magic whenever I wanted, I jumped at the chance. I was already psychologically addicted to Opioids. I had spent a lot of time musing over the experiences and was primed for addiction.

That was 15. I had a job at a restaurant and bought a car with that money. My usage was "in control" at this time, as in, I still had money for gas and other things. Once I got my car I started driving from Lowell (shit hole) to Lawrence (even shittier) to buy Heroin. I remember remarking, "wow this is so potent, this is the answer to my problems".

I spent my High School and College years in a state of semi-functional addiction. I was able to graduate. I maintained my habit largely because most people were not willing to go to Lawrence. I could buy at half-price and sell it at Lowell prices. This was no enterprise. I was making just enough to maintain myself. That was how everything started. I basically lived in an economically depressed town, hence the easy availability. I had taken Opioids intermittently throughout my childhood. It all came together to make me an addict.

Cool story man , So have you seen that documentary, I think an HBO doc called "Heroin" The cape I think , was about this group of kids living on Cape cod all on heroin. Oxycontin was way more available up there for some reason right?? I know that psychological addiction feeling man I remember when I was using more and more , the week of deer gun season came in and I ran out of perc 15s , and I was so excited to hunt thaf week, after I ran out , I got out of the tree stand pouting like this sux bahahaha nog long after I was in the car crash that changed everything

 

[Keif' Richards]

@hwbush336 yea I've seen that documentary. My understanding of things is that for the majority of the previous century, Heroin was an inner city problem. New York, Los Angeles, Detroit etc.

Boston is a small(er) city, yet it also has historically had an established Heroin market going back decades. I'm willing to bet that the Cape was pretty shielded from the more sordid shit going on over in Metro Boston. Oxycontin came around and it established a safe/medical/prescribed/pure/acceptable way of becoming introduced to powerful Opioids. The Oxycontin scripts were like seeds planted in a garden. Once they were sufficiently addicted to Oxycontin, Heroin was ready to come in to play.

Being in withdrawal takes the fun out of everything man. I remember standing in the hot shower for 45 minutes as I was too weak/terrified to step out of the heat and experience that rush of cold. A breeze could blow me over. I guess the deer just lucked out by coincidence. Who knows, maybe the deer is an addict too. Then you just have to wait for him to withdraw. He'll get sloppy without his fix and he will be one dead ungulate.

 

[crazyhairman]

2004 spine surgery ( didn't get addicted, infact I hated opioids at that point in life)

2007 working my ass off ( noticing severe pain in my back after work)
2009 started using and selling small amounts of prescription pills ( Xanax, Valium, hydrocodone, or Clonazepam) used .5 mg of Xanax a day
2011 wisdom teeth out ( got 60 7.5 hydrocodone and took them on my days off) then slowly got more and more because they helped me work more.

I didn't get hooked overnight It took several years. Most of my pills came from drug dealers or other addicts. I bought in bulk and sold in small amounts. Over time tho I knew I had a problem. By 2014 when they rescheduled hydrocodone to a schedule ll controlled substance, I couldn't get them in bulk anymore.

By that time I couldn't make it through the day without pain medicine. I was taking roughly 1 mg of Xanax and up to 5 hydrocodone a day. Which was relatively tame considering other friends where taking triple and quadruple that amount daily.

I started sourcing any pain meds I could find. Just happened to be oxycodone 40mg time release. Morphine sulfate little blue pills. I started mixing benzos and opioids to "boost" the potency. I was in a really bad place mentally and physically the worst pain of my life.

In 2016 August 8th I had a mental breakdown after learning one of my associates tried to set me up in a drug sting. I tossed all my pills , a ton of weed, 10 gs of yay off my balcony into a creek. Quit my job and started the long road to recovery. It was rough, probably the hardest thing I've ever been through. Moved 1800 miles away from everything and just starved myself through detox. Took about 2 years to get my life back on track.

Present day I have two careers, living sober, happy and healthy. I came back from the brink of death and doing very well. Any pain I experience these days is treatable with OTC or non narcotic remedies.

It is possible to live after death. My old self is dead and gone.

Peace out folks

 

[Keif' Richards]

PREACH! It is possible. Getting off drugs, especially as a poly-substance, is hard. It's probably the hardest thing any one of us will ever go through. Yet, there's no reward. You're supposed to be sober anyway, now you want a ticker tape parade for being normal? That is how a lot of the world will look at your problem. Those you love and trust will always give you the love and respect your sobriety. This is what we get sober for.

I remember living as a semi-functional addict, I wanted to date a girl who was honest, smokin' hot and loved me unconditionally. It turns out that you can't get a significant other with those qualities unless you're willing to give them those same qualities. In active addiction, you will attract people who are just as fucked up as you are. Look at your "friend" who was willing to sacrifice you like it's nothing.

When you get sober, you find you end up running into people just as willing to fight for their best life as you; perhaps they're in recovery, maybe they live with trauma... the point is that you can't have love in your life when you're on the streets and addicted to Fentanyl.