So it all started in 2006 with a back and neck injury. The doctor prescribed me 120 Norco 10/325's. That lasted about two years. I didn't ask him to bump me up but he did so, I was taking 90 oxycodone 40's for a few months. I moved to Florida at the end of 2007 and found a doctor, brought my records, etc. Within a year he had me on 120 OC 80's and 240 oxycodone 30 msg. Life was good, right? The first couple years I never abused the meds, as far as following doctors orders went. That first year in Florida I had it all under control, or so I thought. Honestly, I loved that feeling, you all know what I mean, the one where you like your whole body is covered in the most comfortable blankets and the euphoria was amazing--until it's not! I wish I could point to a day but it's just not possible. The year was 2010 and My gf and I broke up because I can't two loves, right? The sad part is she never knew what I was taking, all she knew was I wanted nothing to with her. I was an ******* who just cared about numbing my pain, mostly emotional. My career suffered tremendously.
So here I am in 2010, single, a $2000 a month mortgage payment along with other bills. Luckily I had over $100k saved up ( yep, you all know where this is heading ) and I was in complete denial. Fast forward to the day my doctor got busted from he DEA for obvious reasons. Did I mention that he was giving me adderall and soma as well? Well, yeah. For the record, I blame myself much more than I blame him (now). So it's 2012 and I am tired of looking for another doctor (maybe deep down I knew) things were getting much tougher in Florida. So I said screw the house and abandoned it, moved back to my hometown in the northeast. I went back to my old Dr. and he had me on 150 oxycodone 30mg per month and that was fine because my tolerance was lower. Fast forward a year and a half or so to September 2013 and I went to my Dr. Appointment and he gave me a drug test to make sure I was taking my drugs properly. Needless to say, I was taking my pills the first 15 days or so which mean I was scrambling. I found some pills but the last 48 hours all I took was a suboxone. I got a letter in October 2013 stating I was being dropped as a patient and to not enter the premises. I wrote a letter and explained I was a couple days late getting to him so the drug may have been out of my system. I heard nothing back. So I would buy subs from a couple people I knew. I was probably taking 36-44mg of suboxone a day, and that is a LOT. My friend once asked for my urine so he could pass a test because he thought it was just for opiated and they said his urine had enough suboxone in it to kill a horse. It may sound funny but that was a wake up call for me.
2014 is here, I try and stop taking suboxone, wean down but just can't get below 8mg a day. Believe or not I still had about $45k left. Looking back, I'm shocked as well. So how does one go from quitting subs to clean, heroin right? I hadn't sniffed anything since college, as I took my pills orally. So my friend was a huge heroin addict and he got me a few bags for me to put in my coffee. Wow, I felt pretty damn good, I was shocked. Heroin isn't that bad, right? Wrong. If I would of used to get off the subs it would of been good but instead I got 10 bags, put 2 in a coffee, then put 3 in the next coffee, then three in the next. The next day I only have two bags left and if I put it in my coffee I'm not gonna feel anything because of the bioavailability being only about 40% absorbable. So I snort the last two bags and WOW, it was like my first oxycodone 30mg only better and cheaper (instead of buying the pills I was no longer prescribed).