tricomb... You saying that about doctors covering their tracks is so true. I go to a "pill mil" (I intentionally left off the second 'L'), that is somewhat legit, but also not. I have real pain issues, and back in 2011 started going to the office. I was seeing a nurse practitioner, and she put me on Tramadol. I was used to drinking poppy tea with about 100mg of Morphine in it, eating Kratom, banging the OP Oxys (when cost is a factor, you go for the bang), and meeting the Mexicans. I went to the psych ward, and got my doctor, an older doctor who had a thick African accent and a very conservative view to medication, to switch me from 3 Tramadol a day to 6 10mg Percs a day and 50mg Promethazines twice a day. I couldn't attend groups barely even with that. I spent most of my time in the infirmary. The day he bumped me to 60mg, he looked at me and said, "You know you are a drug addict, right?" I said, "Yeah, write the script." He did. My pain clinic had me sign a waiver saying basically "you may be given addictive narcotics and will likely remain on them the rest of your life." Some people might pale in horror at this statement... but not me. I've tried "rehab & treatment" and everyone feels like shit, then better. I feel like shit... then keep feeling like shit, feeling shittier because everyone else is on that "pink cloud." I live in Nashville, TN... home of Cumberland Heights, supposedly one of the top rehabs in the nation (they have a 5-star chef and Temperpedic beds... plus music and drinking&drugging go hand in hand). I was there to detox, after I got a Rx DUI, and get my tolerance back down after my "get off Bupe by getting back on dope then quitting dope" turned into, "i'm self-medicating with at least 60 OP OC 40s IV a month" and my parents promised they would pay for me to get into pain management. I liked it, so I thought I might due the whole 30 days. Then they did my biopsychosocial (life story basically)... the lady ended up crying (this was before my late fiance's suicide too) and they basically said, "we can't help you, with everything you've gone through, it's kinda understandable why you turned to drugs." And that was just based on emotional issues, not my physical ones. Pain Management has given me a will to live back... but, back to what tricomb said about doctors getting smarter... oxymorphone wasn't super well known two years ago, hydromorphone, yeah, but not Pandas. I'm allergic to IV Morphine (just a local allergy, swell up around injection site with welts), and so when the Percs weren't cutting it, my NP suggested Opana. I about flipped. Ironically, she didn't write Roxys or Oxys due to the "abuse-potential" according to her nurse. Even more ironically, when the new Opana ERs came out, I said they made me sick to my stomach. So I get oxymorphone IR now, made by Roxanne Pharma... Roxy, just Roxy M and not Roxy C. My NP is gone now, when I went a month ago, I found out that while still in the same office, the 'company' had changed names and laid off most of the medical staff. I guess you get doctors and nurses, use them till the DEA starts sweating them, clear them out, rename the company, and bring in doctors from states like FL where the pill mill industry crackdown has displaced many a scripter (or "croakers" as Burroughs called them)... bringing them to states where the heat is just starting to be felt, but allowing them to cut back on their number of pills prescribed. Bleh, I could go on all day... Wish me luck everyone... 2 1/2 hours till judgement and me possibly being dropped. Which likely means either 1) the psych ward or 2) the morgue in short order for me.