-- Hello to you all!
I just found this site this evening. I was hoping I could find a place such as this, that was actively being used! In any case, I JUST found out that taking suboxone is a BAD thing. And here I thought that I had crawled out of my 'rabbit hole' .. but OHHH NO-OOO!! ... August 9th.08' I went into rehab. After approx. 10 years of opiods for chronic back pain- I had 'graduated' to 180mgs of oxycotin a day. I finally became disgusted with it all. I thought that if the Dr's. couldn't make my pain tolerable enough for me to have a real life, then what was the point!? I had no idea what rehab was about, I was nervous, but as it turned out I slept for the first 5 days -- atleast that's all I can remember -- that and the nurses waking me up to have me stick some orange pill under my tongue. I didn't even know, until the day I was leaving, that they were giving me a narcotic .. to get me off narcotics. When I overheard the nurse talking to another patient about it, I felt as though someone had just thrown a pail of ice water on me!! My heart just sank ... until that moment I was so happy and upbeat .. and thinking I was 'cured'. I went home and began to get quite ill. I didn't understand why -- By my 3rd day I was rolled up in a ball, dripping with perspiration. In retrospect, I wish my husband would have told me that I could have stayed 3 more weeks. Since they had already taken me off the suboxone for a few days; I would have been able to detox from it as well ... had I only known and understood. -- However, another hospital admitted me ... and yes, they gave me suboxone too. They discharged me five days later - WITH a bottle of suboxone to take with ... and told me to find a Doc. that dispensed it, a.s.a.p. -- I wish that I had gone online then and investigated this medication that I had never heard of before ... but I did not. I went to see the 'suboxone doctor' and he was very charming, softspoken and elderly; I figured that he knew his stuff. He told me that it would control my pain without the addictive problems,etc. of oxycotin, morphine - and so on and so forth. I was on 8mg. a day -- well, actually he prescribed more but I only took one a day. It didn't FEEL like a narcotic to me. Honestly, I had decided that I wasn't going to keep taking it ... after all, I hadn't gone to rehab just to be on more pills! When my husband filled the other half of the script (@ 22 pills) I took it here and there. One every two days and then 1 every three days ... I felt fine. I recall when I took the very last pill. I threw the bottle in the trash, smiled at my husband and said: " that's the end of that.." I was quite pleased. -- About 5 to 7 days later I realized that it FELT as though someone had pushed a big,gray cloud over my head. I was so down. I couldn't understand what was wrong with me! I didn't feel sick ... it just seemed as though my sense of perceptions were 'off.' -- Then started what I read here tonight ... yawning, nose running, my legs were terribly restless, trembling. I went back to suboxone doctor and he told me that what I went through was: "..as bad as it would ever get.." Although the nurse seemed rather shocked that I had just stopped taking it. --And I was in PAIN. I don't know anymore if the pain was from MY pain or pain because of and magnified because I stopped the suboxone. -- And YES, I let him talk me into continuing to take it! -- But something has changed. I no longer have the cavalier, easy-going, "what-ever" attitude towards this orange pill, as I did before. From the time I began taking it in mid-August until that 'last' one the end of November, taking them really meant nothing to me. I thought I was just finishing the weaning process from the original narcotic I had been on for so many years. -- Then I went online about a week ago and began reading. Now I am frightened!! I am angry at all of THEM .. how could they think that THIS was the way to 'help me??' Silly me, I was so-o proud of myself that I had gone to rehab. Now where am I ... what am I?? I feel like a failure. -- And that little bottle next to my bed no longer feels like a casual "whatever" to me. It has become a NARCOTIC. Again, narcotics. My attitude towards it has done a 180* Now it's become the cloud over my head WHILE I'm taking it. It meant nothing to me and now I dwell on it each day!! ... I feel tethered to it. Previously, I never felt like it was doing anything for me ... meaning that I received no 'sensation' from it. But now I DO. Is this all just in my mind??? How can I 'suddenly' feel as though I AM 'under the influence' ... when I never did before? -- I'm sorry this went so long. I admire any of you that actually made it through all this ... and I thank you with all my heart!! Perhaps you can help me understand what is going on with me .. something. I just feel like such a loser - as though the last 4 months were such a waste ... all for nothing?? So-o .. back to rehab for me ... some place without suboxone? HHMMM?? -- I appreciate your candor, and I admire your courage!! Again, my thanks to you all ! God Bless**