Znegative
Bluelight Crew
Hello all,
this thread is sort of an elaboration of a post I made in the suboxone megathread in OD, so if any of you read that, please forgive me if I sound redundant.
I got on suboxone sometime in late january early february after a bad relapse on heroin in late december. I got on it with the best of intentions, but in the end, my addiction one over, and although I stopped messing around with dope and other opiates, I continued to take amphetamines and shoot coke. After a particularly bad episode of injecting coke, my veins started to show scars (previously, they looked pretty virgin.)
Around two months ago I got into the habit of shooting my suboxone, and have used it this way every day since. I inject about 4x a day. My arms are in pretty decent condition really, considering that I'm not always as safe as I would like to be, and do in desperate times reuse needles. However, there are two rather obvious looking scars on my arm, which I have become increasingly paranoid about, now that it is turning hot outside where I live, and it is becoming weird to keep wearing long sleeves and over shirts.
The whole past week I've gotten away with wearing long sleeves, and since I live at home with my parent's, I consider it lucky that they have not demanded to see my arms so far.
Today I went into the city for job training at a coffee bar. I wore a light, long sleeve shirt to hide my scars/marks. When I got to the cafe, I was told to change into the store t-shirt. This sent me into paranoia mode, big time. I spent about 10 minutes in the bathroom examining my arms, and trying to convince myself that they weren't noticeable at a glance, as well as checking for any smeared blood that I might have somehow missed earlier that morning. When I left the bathroom, I was so scared. I thought I surely would be found out immediately.
When I got back behind the espresso bar, I was ordered to make an ice late, or some shit. I was so paranoid at this point, that my hands were shaking as I poured the shots into the cup of ice. The worker who was training me went on into a lecture about how "this wasn't a job for nervous people, you have to be confident! etc, etc.." At this point, I knew I could either get way more shooken, or I could try and force myself to get a grip, which is what I did.
For the remaining three hours, I managed to keep my fucked up arm out of sight from my coworkers, as well as the public (I hope). However, it was a real pain in the ass. I constantly had my hand on my hip with the left forearm bent inwards, in a perpetual state of sassyness. Whenever I was order to do anything, I would always hold anything I could with the left hand, so that my arm was bent in a way that made the crook unseeable. By the last hour, I realized I had made it, and my paranoia started to calm down. My legs even stopped shaking.
However, tomorrow I have to go back again for more training, and I am already dreading it. What makes the situation worse, is that the girl I'm training with, is someone who's in a recovery group with me, who thinks I'm clean. Not only that, but she is also the one who hooked me up with this job!
I'm really getting sick of having fears like this, but am finding it really hard to switch back to sublingual suboxone. I'm planning to just get off it in general, but it's kind of kicking my ass. I used to be able to put up with withdrawls so much better, but I just can't stand it anymore! After 8 hours without a shot I ALWAYs give in. I have been tapering down slowly, so hopefully I will be able to get off eventually without too much pain. But until then, well, I guess I'll have to move to the north pole.
this thread is sort of an elaboration of a post I made in the suboxone megathread in OD, so if any of you read that, please forgive me if I sound redundant.
I got on suboxone sometime in late january early february after a bad relapse on heroin in late december. I got on it with the best of intentions, but in the end, my addiction one over, and although I stopped messing around with dope and other opiates, I continued to take amphetamines and shoot coke. After a particularly bad episode of injecting coke, my veins started to show scars (previously, they looked pretty virgin.)
Around two months ago I got into the habit of shooting my suboxone, and have used it this way every day since. I inject about 4x a day. My arms are in pretty decent condition really, considering that I'm not always as safe as I would like to be, and do in desperate times reuse needles. However, there are two rather obvious looking scars on my arm, which I have become increasingly paranoid about, now that it is turning hot outside where I live, and it is becoming weird to keep wearing long sleeves and over shirts.
The whole past week I've gotten away with wearing long sleeves, and since I live at home with my parent's, I consider it lucky that they have not demanded to see my arms so far.
Today I went into the city for job training at a coffee bar. I wore a light, long sleeve shirt to hide my scars/marks. When I got to the cafe, I was told to change into the store t-shirt. This sent me into paranoia mode, big time. I spent about 10 minutes in the bathroom examining my arms, and trying to convince myself that they weren't noticeable at a glance, as well as checking for any smeared blood that I might have somehow missed earlier that morning. When I left the bathroom, I was so scared. I thought I surely would be found out immediately.
When I got back behind the espresso bar, I was ordered to make an ice late, or some shit. I was so paranoid at this point, that my hands were shaking as I poured the shots into the cup of ice. The worker who was training me went on into a lecture about how "this wasn't a job for nervous people, you have to be confident! etc, etc.." At this point, I knew I could either get way more shooken, or I could try and force myself to get a grip, which is what I did.
For the remaining three hours, I managed to keep my fucked up arm out of sight from my coworkers, as well as the public (I hope). However, it was a real pain in the ass. I constantly had my hand on my hip with the left forearm bent inwards, in a perpetual state of sassyness. Whenever I was order to do anything, I would always hold anything I could with the left hand, so that my arm was bent in a way that made the crook unseeable. By the last hour, I realized I had made it, and my paranoia started to calm down. My legs even stopped shaking.
However, tomorrow I have to go back again for more training, and I am already dreading it. What makes the situation worse, is that the girl I'm training with, is someone who's in a recovery group with me, who thinks I'm clean. Not only that, but she is also the one who hooked me up with this job!
I'm really getting sick of having fears like this, but am finding it really hard to switch back to sublingual suboxone. I'm planning to just get off it in general, but it's kind of kicking my ass. I used to be able to put up with withdrawls so much better, but I just can't stand it anymore! After 8 hours without a shot I ALWAYs give in. I have been tapering down slowly, so hopefully I will be able to get off eventually without too much pain. But until then, well, I guess I'll have to move to the north pole.