mutransmitter
Greenlighter
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SOOO... here we go again....
Stupid long story made kinda short- I'm a mid-twenties physics/engineering student. I've spent more days withdrawing from opiates than anyone should ever have to endure, to the point where I just learned to accept it as a standard part of my life. I've successfully withdrawn from tramadol, hydrocodone, oxycodone, hydromorphone, heroin, buprenorphine etc. The worst I have ever gone through was a year long 36mg/day buprenorphine habit. That was 25 days of ZERO sleep (not one minute) and about 4 months to get from 1hr/night to 4 hrs/night. I still have severe PAWS from that kick(3 years ago) and I strongly believe that drug should be banned as a maintenance drug and only used as a partial agonist quick detox aid, but that is for another day. SO, one can easily see why, despite my loathing of opiates, my PAWS and moments of weakness lead me back time and time again.
This time my troglodyte thinking got me back in a world of hell, after 2 years clean. Being on the good road leading the good life, my PAWS made it impossible to sit still in class and pay attention. I sought proper medical attention and tried everything short of requip (which I now wish I had). Nothing helped so I turned to Loperamide. I started off with 60-72mg/3 days. One dose of that kept me good for 3 days. But soon started needing more and more often. Getting up to a sickly disgusting dose of 400mg twice a day, it was taking a huge toll on my health. At that point I had put on 40lbs, lost all my physique(I'm a weightlifting enthusiast), and when I was "well", I could barely hold a comb over my head and could not see straight. Being sick of having constant rocks in my stomach and my rapidly declining health I found a super cheap source of powdered fentanyl. I've had it lab tested, although they could not tell me the purity, they did confirm the only drug in it was fentanyl.
This brings me to present day. I am currently at 1g/day of this relatively pure fentanyl. To give an idea of how stupidly high my current tolerance is, while in complete withdrawal off it about a month ago, even 600mg of methadone(titrated) would not put a dent in my symptoms. I finally have the time off and while most people take vacations in places like Hawaii and Fiji, I'm rather accustomed to my times aloof on my bathroom floor or pacing my yard, chain smoking cigarettes (I only smoke when I detox, otherwise its a filthy habit). So here I am on day 2. Not too bad yet, but expecting the worst. I sadly wasn't able to score any comfort meds and for fear of prolonging my ultra-slowly fading bupe PAWS, I refuse to take Buprenorphine. So I'm off to the store for a 30pack and a pack of smokes. Television, music, the Jacuzzi, chocolates and exercise are my only saving grace now.
To be honest I don't expect to make it through the whole withdrawal before I have to go back to work, but if I could get my tolerance down at least to a level where I could use my tramadol until my next break, it would be nice... I still have class, but my family is gone and I'm on vacation from my job, and midterms were last week, so I've got minimal responsibility at the moment. Please wish me luck/pray for me or just some cheerful word would be nice, even for a chronic selfish screw up like me. OK, that's the end of my ramble... To anyone else out there going through it, believe me your NOT ALONE, and a true love of life and love will return to you when this hell is through, that is one thing I PROMISE.
GOD BLESS(reason for edit: it cut this out the first time I tried to post this)
Stupid long story made kinda short- I'm a mid-twenties physics/engineering student. I've spent more days withdrawing from opiates than anyone should ever have to endure, to the point where I just learned to accept it as a standard part of my life. I've successfully withdrawn from tramadol, hydrocodone, oxycodone, hydromorphone, heroin, buprenorphine etc. The worst I have ever gone through was a year long 36mg/day buprenorphine habit. That was 25 days of ZERO sleep (not one minute) and about 4 months to get from 1hr/night to 4 hrs/night. I still have severe PAWS from that kick(3 years ago) and I strongly believe that drug should be banned as a maintenance drug and only used as a partial agonist quick detox aid, but that is for another day. SO, one can easily see why, despite my loathing of opiates, my PAWS and moments of weakness lead me back time and time again.
This time my troglodyte thinking got me back in a world of hell, after 2 years clean. Being on the good road leading the good life, my PAWS made it impossible to sit still in class and pay attention. I sought proper medical attention and tried everything short of requip (which I now wish I had). Nothing helped so I turned to Loperamide. I started off with 60-72mg/3 days. One dose of that kept me good for 3 days. But soon started needing more and more often. Getting up to a sickly disgusting dose of 400mg twice a day, it was taking a huge toll on my health. At that point I had put on 40lbs, lost all my physique(I'm a weightlifting enthusiast), and when I was "well", I could barely hold a comb over my head and could not see straight. Being sick of having constant rocks in my stomach and my rapidly declining health I found a super cheap source of powdered fentanyl. I've had it lab tested, although they could not tell me the purity, they did confirm the only drug in it was fentanyl.
This brings me to present day. I am currently at 1g/day of this relatively pure fentanyl. To give an idea of how stupidly high my current tolerance is, while in complete withdrawal off it about a month ago, even 600mg of methadone(titrated) would not put a dent in my symptoms. I finally have the time off and while most people take vacations in places like Hawaii and Fiji, I'm rather accustomed to my times aloof on my bathroom floor or pacing my yard, chain smoking cigarettes (I only smoke when I detox, otherwise its a filthy habit). So here I am on day 2. Not too bad yet, but expecting the worst. I sadly wasn't able to score any comfort meds and for fear of prolonging my ultra-slowly fading bupe PAWS, I refuse to take Buprenorphine. So I'm off to the store for a 30pack and a pack of smokes. Television, music, the Jacuzzi, chocolates and exercise are my only saving grace now.
To be honest I don't expect to make it through the whole withdrawal before I have to go back to work, but if I could get my tolerance down at least to a level where I could use my tramadol until my next break, it would be nice... I still have class, but my family is gone and I'm on vacation from my job, and midterms were last week, so I've got minimal responsibility at the moment. Please wish me luck/pray for me or just some cheerful word would be nice, even for a chronic selfish screw up like me. OK, that's the end of my ramble... To anyone else out there going through it, believe me your NOT ALONE, and a true love of life and love will return to you when this hell is through, that is one thing I PROMISE.
GOD BLESS(reason for edit: it cut this out the first time I tried to post this)
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