Two years ago, I was prescribed Vicodin for pain related to a diagnosis of Lupus. Like so many others that write in this forum (which IS very helpful, BTW!), I not only appreciated the fact that it alleviated my physical pain, it came with the bonus of that "warm, fuzzy feeling". I was prescribed 6 tabs 5 mg/day initially. Over time, of course, the numbing effect became harder to attain, so I used the chronic pain excuse to gradually (over the course of these two years) to get my doctor to increase the daily dosage to 6 tabs 10mg/day.
To the credit of my doctor, I was properly warned that the drug was (is) addictive, and that if the higher dose was not properly managing the pain (it was), she could not (would not) increase my daily intake.
Directions were to take 2 tabs three times each day. My typical cycle was to take 8-10 a day for the first few weeks of the month, then try to taper down to last the rest of the month. Sometimes I could, sometimes I would not. This was going on for several months.
Then, in January, something happened that changed everything about my life. My wife (37) of almost 17 years passed away. She had a heart transplant 13 years ago and the heart finally failed. I was prescribed Lexipro and Welbutrin for the depression. Immediately after her death, I lost the able to fall/stay asleep. Prior, I NEVER had that problem, priding myself on falling asleep on command, and my body was "trained" to wake up at the same time every day. I now take a couple of Xanax to put me to sleep. I simply can NOT sleep without assistance. I can lay in bed sleepless for HOURS and that is impacting my ability to do my job, etc.
This month, now almost eight months after her death, I hit a new high (low) of Vicodin abuse. I exhausted my month supply (180 tabs) in 11 days. With that, I had no choice but to endure the same crappy symptoms that many of you describe.
The larger, more negative impact has been overwhelming depression. I am playing Mr. Mom to two teenage daughers who are dealing with the loss of their Mom. The stress of it all is too much to handle at times.
I have been doing the mental countdown to when my prescription CAN be filled (now down to six days), and I am struggling with my decision to refill and try to moderate/control my intake, or walk away all together. Like so many things in life, it seems like the things we crave the most are the things that are the worst for you.
All I know is, I have bottomed out emotionally. I am not the same outgoing person I was before being diagnosed for Lupus, and of course, the loss of my soulmate.
Other than "counseling" or increasing/modifying the depression drugs, what do you think I should do? Now, more than ever, the Vicodin DOES dull the pain of a very, very difficult lifestyle adjustment without my wife...and trying to raise kids. But, I also find myself more irritable and likely to lash out at the kids. It could be any number of factors (stress, and ALL the drugs I am now taking)
Any feedback would (will) be greatly appreciated!!
Steve