lol...as far as the OP's question, it's been answered and he hasn't posted here (or anywhere else on the site) since lmfao...funny how these threads can sometimes just keep going and going without getting closed, but I guess it's still kind of on the same topic...this thread should be renamed "The Opioid Addiction/Dependence Megathread" lmfao...
As far as the little debate going on...this is what I have to say...
I have to agree with tricomb 100% on the detrimental effects of a CPP using/not using opioids for pain management...
Before I got "drug" by a car, I was already in chronic pain...it wasn't "severe" but it was bad enough that I couldn't hold any type of job I could get (which was limited as I haven't earned a college degree yet)...
I tried working at McDonald's for a couple weeks, but couldn't handle it because of my back pain...when I quit, I took my check and bought a QP of some reggie and started slingin 20 sacks (and I was fair in that I used scales and didn't jew anyone)...as my customer base grew and I started getting to where I was moving half and elbow of the stuff every 2-3 days I started buying vicodin for pain...I started out taking about 4 of them a day (I would dose 2 of them twice) which still wasn't enough to completely get rid of my pain...when I moved into moving mid-grade and started getting to where I could sell my shit at the fair price of 5 bucks a g and was moving a QP of the mids every day I started taking more vicodin...got to the point to where I was taking about 6 of them/day and on occasion would pop an MS-Contin 30 which was enough to manage my pain, but not enough to completely get rid of my it...
well...one of my lesser-endowed-with-cash customers got with someone and tried to set me up to jack my stash, but luckily my car was fucked up and I had to hitch a ride with a friend to the exchange (I guess it was lucky that they only got 50 bucks worth of shit instead of the whole stash..........)...When I got out of the car, the guy I knew had started walking towards the car, but stopped when he saw me open the passenger side door...he stammered that I needed to do business with the driver (the guy I didn't know) very awkwardly and said he had just gotten out to look for his phone...
As I was halfway in the car window doing business, he asked to see the sack...I handed it to him, not thinking anything of it as I was halfway in the car already and the other guy wasn't sitting down yet...well, right after I handed it to him, the other guy sat down...the driver looked at me and asked how much was in the sack...I said "10 grams on the money" and he looked at me with a funny look in his eye and repeated "10 grams on the money?" and let off the brake...I knew what was going on and tried to reach for the sack and he floored it with more than half my torso in the car...I had to grab ahold of the inside of the car behind the drivers side window to keep from getting my feet from ran over as he had to turn towards me as he drove off to avoid hitting the vehicle I had come in...he had gotten up to around 35 or 40 MPH very quickly, and this is when I had come to the realization that I could bail then, or get thrown from the car, and probably sucked under it when he had to turn left at the stop sign ahead...at this point I was parallel to the ground and when I pushed off I landed face-first, slid a few feet, and then started to bounce and roll...
It's funny how your body is programmed so that when something REALLY REALLY SHITTY happens to you, it keeps you from feeling it as it happens and sometimes even a couple seconds after it happens, but then let's you know
just how shitty it was immediately after...I go to stand up after I halt and feel a little pain, but the second I get to my knees it hit me like a freight train...blood is runny all down my face, and pretty much anywhere else that wasn't covered by clothes, and then even in places on my legs that were in my jeans were bleeding...Went to the house to tell my parents what happened...well...tried to at least...was really difficult because of the pain I was in...from there we go to the ER and discuss what exactly needs to be said to the people at the hospital...it took 2 pushes of morphine to get me to where I was about down to a 7...they fix me up, dug the rocks out of my face, put 17 (5 where internal) stitches across my eyebrow, took x-rays, did a CT-Scan, put my arm in a temp cast, fed me a couple yellow norco 10s, and sent me home with norco 7.5/325s (the orange ones) and that was that...looked like two-face for a couple weeks, started using a cane, and have been using it ever since (it's been 17 months now)...
This is what I looked like about 5 hours after I got out of the ER:
I burned through the script they gave me within 2 days (was taking 75-90mg/day) and started spending every last cent I made off of bud the next 2 weeks towards more pain pills...after nearly getting busted in my own driveway I stopped moving the stuff and lived off of what I had for a little bit and then just dealt with it...After having an episode with my neck about 6 weeks after the incident, I finally had, had enough and went to a doctor about my chronic pain (which I had done before, but got treated as a drug seeker)...
She started me on 400mg tramadol/day and referred me elsewhere and they started me on 30mg flexeril/day...when that quit being enough, they started me on gabapentin, titrated me up to 2400mg/day before switching me to 300mg lyrica/day (and I don't understand why I'm only taking 2 times per day as opposed to the three times/day I was taking the gabapentin)...
Present day I'm to the point that I run out of tramadol 2+weeks prior to getting the next script, I go through the withdrawals taking more of the flexeril and the lyrica than directed to help make it more tolerable (as I get withdrawals+horrible pain as opposed to the just feeling like shit, not being able to sleep, and shitting every hour on the hour), and run out of them early due to over-consumption of them while I'm out of tramadol...
I can't work, I'm depressed as a mother fucker, I've developed anxiety problems, I have trouble standing up, I have insomnia, I'm gaining weight because I can't exercise and the uber-constipation I have from the tramadol and other medications I'm on, I have trouble sitting through lectures (and I have no idea how I'm gonna be able to do the 17 hours I NEED to do this next semester), I fucking hate myself, and I don't even turn 21 until November...
I don't give a fuck if it fucks my liver and kidneys (if they don't the 8 Tylenol, 12 Ibuprofen, and 12 Aspirin I take on top of them will), I don't give a fuck if it gives me the worst dependence in the world, I don't give a fuck if I have to go to the doctor's office every month for the rest of my life, I want to be put on SOMETHING stronger, and the only options left ARE opioids...I've done everything else...chiropractic adjustments, TENS units, UV Therapy, Physical Therapy, Decompression Therapy, Aqua Therapy, Trigger-Point Dry-Needling + TENS to put the muscle the needle is in to spasm, Epidural/Spinal Injection/Nerve Block...I guess I could try accupuncture, but I've already tried the western medicine version of it (the dry needling)...I have 180lb men walk on my back and even lightly bounce for relief...I can take a 100mg MS-Contin and not get high, so if they were to put me on 2 or 3 of those a day (or 2-3 80mg OPs) and something for breakthrough pain (which I would probably be having to use most of them every day) and had me on that shit for 20 years, titrating my doses and switching meds when need be, I guarantee you, I would not say that I wish I had never taken that first pill...If they were to put me on kpins/vallium/lorazepam/whatever for anxiety/muscle relaxation, I would not regret it...anything they can give me that will make me more comfortable without killing me/causing major medical problems within 10 years I will take with a smile on my face...
I've tried anti-depressants, I've tried buspar, I've tried abilify, I've tried seroquel...they either didn't do a damn thing or they made me go fucking nuts and kept me from being able to sleep even after taking 250mg of diphenhydramin HCL, 152mg of diphenhydramine citrate, 100mg of doxylamine, an assload of melatonin, valerian root, and passion flower all at once, and then also gave me serotonin syndrome so fuck those...I've tried just about everything there is to offer, spent THOUSANDS of dollars on diagnostics, doctors visits, PT, chiro visits, and medications (and that's with me having
EXCELLENT health insurance thanks to my mom) and I'm fucking sick of it...give me the hyperalgesia, dependence, and low testosterone...fuck...my spinal stenosis already causes me to have ED and get epididymitis every few weeks anyway so who gives a shit...I'd rather be in less pain...
Sorry for the rant/novel/story time...I'm sure most, if not everyone wont read it because of it's length, but eh...I put in my two cents and then some, and that's all that matters to me lmfao...
and no, I'm not a newbie...while I'm a greenlighter with like twenty-something posts, this isn't my first account here, and I'm about to go delete the 1700 posts of the more than 2000 I've posted on my previous account before I delete it when I get back to the house...for those that know me/wonder who I am, this is doug...
Be safe BL'ers...