I have been a heavy opiate user for two years now, started on OCs and Roxys insuff'd for about 6 mo and sat at about 400-500mg oxycodone a day. I then moved to IV OC for about a month at which point I was doing over 320mg in back to back shots and barely getting a buzz. The obvious route was heroin, which I had IVd twice in highschool and 8 years later transitioned easy to it. I never pushed my heroin habit through the roof like I could have, although from what ive seen my habit was still very large, I was doing .6g of really primo black per initial shot (this is where I "kept control"), at this dose I would not nod I could still function normal. Never did more than a gram over a day period unless it was a special occasion.
Now, that heroin habit sat pretty for the past year and a half, I had tried Suboxone treatment 3 times prior but never filled my full scripts (no insurance, $800 per month) since id rather spend it on more black.
My brother flew down from NY here to Vegas to help me get clean, along with my girlfriend. He let me have my last hoorahs and it was down to business.
It was day one of no black, getting standard initial WD, snot shooting out of my face, sneezing 37 times in a row, gags, cravings, etc.
Figured it'd be okay to start on my Sub treatment. I had read about shooting Subs here and being a IV heroin user for a year and a half it was kind of first thought. Im not one to do new things without researching first, so I found all the threads I could and established I should start with 4mg Suboxone IV.
Bad, bad idea. The second I tasted it (just like a BIG coke shot) I knew something was wrong. I stumbled to the guest bathroom and called for my brother and girlfriend.
At first I thought it was just precipitated withdrawals, but then my respitory system started to fail and my body went ice cold, I was convinced I would not live till the ambulance got here and was heartbroken for my girlfriend and brother for going through this. Things started going very fuzzy white until I lost consiousness. My girlfriend gave me CPR until I came to, at this point I was violently shaking, sweating GALLONS, violently purged my stomach (and almost shit and pissed myself), then continued into convulsions and in and out of consciousness.
The ambulance was called the second I slipped under of course and arrived in about 7 minutes. The fire dept didnt know up from down when told I IVd suboxone, luckily the EMTs that arrived right after had someone whos wife was a recovering addict and knew what I had done.
I was rushed to the hospital, crash cart at the EMTs hands, fully conscious, my whole body felt like it was filled with ice, yet only only the inside, my skin was hot and sweating profusely, felt nothing like withdrawal even though it sounds similar.
At the hospital they did the usual, I was over the main part of whatever happened (about 30 minutes from dose) but still felt like hell. After all tests were run I was told I got sent into precip withdrawal but for some reason they dont know, it started to shut down my CNS and resp system like a heroin overdose. I felt lucky to be alive for sure, ive slipped under a couple times from heroin and nothing scared me like this, I was positive I was not going to live, I did not want to die.
I was released later that night and that was that.
Everything I smelled, tasted, and breathed tasted like suboxone. Never want to look at it again, decide to cold turkey.
Now here is where my withdrawals continue, albeit in a fashion that ive never experienced.
Day two, no sweats, no nausea, no diahrea, only symptoms I have are pretty bad leg aching (its usually unbearable). I make it through the day, 4mg of xanax and go to bed. I sleep for 7hrs, a godsend.
Day three. Again, only leg pain and RLS, no sleep that night
Day four. Figuring the leg pain should be receding by now, although thankful that I didnt have the usual myriad of hell in the first 4 days, almost killing myself with IV sub must have given me some kind of rapid detox. 6mg xanax, 8 hrs sleep.
Day five. Just leg pain and RLS, no sleep that night, at all.
Day six. Exhausted, feel very sick to the stomach, very, very severe (normal WD) leg pain, cannot hold any fluids or food in my stomach without purging it right back up. 50mg promethazine and 2.5mg klonopin. Promethazine doesnt do its job, neither does the clonazapam. I try to sleep but just laying down is miserable with how sick I am and how much my legs hurt. Finally sleep for a few hours.
Day seven, today. Feeling much better, however my legs are still in quite a bit of pain. Even the hottub isnt helping like usual. I figured id be over all this and just be dealing with the insomnia and depression, is it normal for physical W/D symptoms to last over a week on a short half life opiate like heroin?
Dont get me wrong, I have never had WD this easy, ever. Its usually near suicidal hell, im thankful im alive, and clean for a week already, im proud of myself for getting even this far, im just looking for some insight on if anyone has had similar experiences or input.
Now, that heroin habit sat pretty for the past year and a half, I had tried Suboxone treatment 3 times prior but never filled my full scripts (no insurance, $800 per month) since id rather spend it on more black.
My brother flew down from NY here to Vegas to help me get clean, along with my girlfriend. He let me have my last hoorahs and it was down to business.
It was day one of no black, getting standard initial WD, snot shooting out of my face, sneezing 37 times in a row, gags, cravings, etc.
Figured it'd be okay to start on my Sub treatment. I had read about shooting Subs here and being a IV heroin user for a year and a half it was kind of first thought. Im not one to do new things without researching first, so I found all the threads I could and established I should start with 4mg Suboxone IV.
Bad, bad idea. The second I tasted it (just like a BIG coke shot) I knew something was wrong. I stumbled to the guest bathroom and called for my brother and girlfriend.
At first I thought it was just precipitated withdrawals, but then my respitory system started to fail and my body went ice cold, I was convinced I would not live till the ambulance got here and was heartbroken for my girlfriend and brother for going through this. Things started going very fuzzy white until I lost consiousness. My girlfriend gave me CPR until I came to, at this point I was violently shaking, sweating GALLONS, violently purged my stomach (and almost shit and pissed myself), then continued into convulsions and in and out of consciousness.
The ambulance was called the second I slipped under of course and arrived in about 7 minutes. The fire dept didnt know up from down when told I IVd suboxone, luckily the EMTs that arrived right after had someone whos wife was a recovering addict and knew what I had done.
I was rushed to the hospital, crash cart at the EMTs hands, fully conscious, my whole body felt like it was filled with ice, yet only only the inside, my skin was hot and sweating profusely, felt nothing like withdrawal even though it sounds similar.
At the hospital they did the usual, I was over the main part of whatever happened (about 30 minutes from dose) but still felt like hell. After all tests were run I was told I got sent into precip withdrawal but for some reason they dont know, it started to shut down my CNS and resp system like a heroin overdose. I felt lucky to be alive for sure, ive slipped under a couple times from heroin and nothing scared me like this, I was positive I was not going to live, I did not want to die.
I was released later that night and that was that.
Everything I smelled, tasted, and breathed tasted like suboxone. Never want to look at it again, decide to cold turkey.
Now here is where my withdrawals continue, albeit in a fashion that ive never experienced.
Day two, no sweats, no nausea, no diahrea, only symptoms I have are pretty bad leg aching (its usually unbearable). I make it through the day, 4mg of xanax and go to bed. I sleep for 7hrs, a godsend.
Day three. Again, only leg pain and RLS, no sleep that night
Day four. Figuring the leg pain should be receding by now, although thankful that I didnt have the usual myriad of hell in the first 4 days, almost killing myself with IV sub must have given me some kind of rapid detox. 6mg xanax, 8 hrs sleep.
Day five. Just leg pain and RLS, no sleep that night, at all.
Day six. Exhausted, feel very sick to the stomach, very, very severe (normal WD) leg pain, cannot hold any fluids or food in my stomach without purging it right back up. 50mg promethazine and 2.5mg klonopin. Promethazine doesnt do its job, neither does the clonazapam. I try to sleep but just laying down is miserable with how sick I am and how much my legs hurt. Finally sleep for a few hours.
Day seven, today. Feeling much better, however my legs are still in quite a bit of pain. Even the hottub isnt helping like usual. I figured id be over all this and just be dealing with the insomnia and depression, is it normal for physical W/D symptoms to last over a week on a short half life opiate like heroin?
Dont get me wrong, I have never had WD this easy, ever. Its usually near suicidal hell, im thankful im alive, and clean for a week already, im proud of myself for getting even this far, im just looking for some insight on if anyone has had similar experiences or input.
