Hi everyone. I’m really embarrassed to admit that I have gotten physically addicted to Oxycontin. I’ve long suffered from migraines, and have injured my back several times. The last one was very severe. I fell down a tall flight of stairs at a computer repair shop and the repaired computer ended up falling on top of my back.
Problem is, when I went to the doctor for that, I got no compassion, and the receptionist made fun of me even. He gave me a small prescription for Tylenol 3, but when it ran out, my back was still really bad, so I asked for some more. He gave a few pills, but treated me so bad, looked down his nose at me and acted like I was drug seeking. (I was in PAIN!) I decided I would just have to live with it, and that’s what I did for a long time. I did yoga and back strengthening exercises, but my back still hurt everyday, sometimes to the point of crying and just lying there writhing, but what could I do?
On top of that, my dad has had a life-long love affair with painkillers. When I was a child, he took everything he could get his hands on until he almost died with a perforated ulcer from the aspirin content of his pills. I hate drugs. Hate them. I have always sworn that I would never touch them. After the 2 years in hospital that nearly took my dad’s life, (down to 82 pounds in intensive care) he could not continue on with the same, aspirin based painkillers. It was get off them or die, simple as that.
But, through no fault of his own, and after dozens of surgeries to repair his stomach (it was so rotted through it was like hamburger, they said) he was left with real, chronic pain. There are remnants of the wire mesh they used to hold him together, still stuck inside his abdomen, and every now and again, he has to go back for more surgery. You would think with all this that the Gov’t would allow him to be free of working and be on disability, but no. He has no choice but to work a full time job. So what happens next? He has to get more painkillers. I don’t begrudge him this, the man has been hacked up through his younger mistakes and doctor’s mistakes as well.
He ended up with Oxycontin, and they were a life-saver. He was relieved of his pain, (mostly) and did not have the terrible mood swings and cruelty that he did with Barbituate painkillers. I don’t know how much it was at first, but recently he was getting a prescription of hundreds and hundreds of 10mg pills, and maybe 200 40mg pills every week. He did not sell them, he took them all.
Then one day, I woke up with a migraine, and terrible back pain. And I had to go to work. Dad gave me one 10mg pill, to help me. Felt sorry for me. And oohhhhh lalalalaa!! It was like, what migraine? Took away all the pain like Tylenol never can, no sore stomach, no nothing but wonderful, wonderful relief! My back even stopped hurting! The next migraine, I got another one, then another one. The next backache, I got two, then two then two. It gradually built up till I needed them every day.
At worst, I was taking at least fifteen 10mg pills every day. Three at a time, sometimes four. I noticed that four or five hours after taking, I started feeling creepy, and would rush to get some more. I even snuck into his room a few times to get some in secret when his bottle was really full, and I didn’t want to ask. I don’t want to be addicted. I didn’t MEAN to get addicted. It just happened. I thought they were just strong painkillers, and they worked so well. They made me happy, carefree, painfree.
Now I’m trying to get off, and withdrawal is like cold hell. I’ve never felt worse. It’s hard to even describe but I just want to run away from myself and not feel it. I want so bad to just take some damn pills and make it stop! My lower back feels spongy and hurts so very badly. It’s got a weird, windy feeling inside, with tingles, like a cloud of evil butterflies. Everything hurts, and my lower stomach or bladder is crazy feeling. It’s like the worst *gotta go pee* feeling you ever felt, but you don’t have to pee, and it doesn’t stop!
I was trying to step down, went to ten for a couple days, then six, and now I’ve stopped. I’m working full time and cannot let anyone know what is going on. I would lose my job. Does anyone else know what I’m talking about? With the crazy gotta pee feeling, or the disgusting tingling and surging in the back? How long? What can I do? Help, anyone. I feel all alone with this.
Sincerely,
Dad’s kid