First of all, please excuse the length of this post. I do tend to drone on, even when I'm not full of opiates ;)
I’ve been lurking here (and actually posted a few times a long time ago) for about a year and a half. I’ve found a lot of information and opinion, most of it helpful, some of it not so much. I am on about my fourth cold turkey off of vicodin (lortab mainly, a perc when that was all that was available – always scared to try anything that I had never been prescribed before, which kept me away from morphine, etc. and I absolutely did not want to upgrade to the oxy zone.) Anyway, tapering never works for me, so it’s always ct; this time, I jumped off of about 100-150 mg. a day. Today is day 5.
My main reason for posting here is to share my experience and possibly give hope to those on day 1 or 2 but mostly to those who are still using and absolutely panicked at the thought of w/d’s. I know I was.
Previous ct attempts have been mixed as far as w/d’s (and obviously I never stuck with it, because frankly I wasn’t ready to. I think I am now, but am humble enough to say I really can’t be 100% sure.)
For the last couple weeks that I was using, more often than not I was miserable. Anxiety was horrible, I was depressed (one of the reasons I started abusing – of course I got the pills for legitimate pain but found if I took a couple, they blew all the antidepressants I’ve ever tried right out of the water.) Just seeing the supply running low could make me start to feel w/d’s – now how strange is that little mind trick?
Anyway, I was completely out by Monday night, so decided my ct would start Tuesday. I spent most of the day in bed feeling sorry for myself and waiting for the w/d’s to kick into high gear. I have a prescription medicine for chronic diarrhea due to IBS, so that’s not usually a problem. The last time I ct’d, I was flat on my back in bed with what felt like the worst cold ever; runny nose, burning eyes, hacking cough, etc. This time not so much. I’d been taking Advil PM for sleep, so maybe the diphenhydramine helped that. I’ve never had much of a problem with RLS, but I did start to get the ‘heebie-jeebies’ – the best way I know how to describe it is my skin feels like it’s itching. From the inside.
At about hour 23, I decided (rationalized) that I would do much better when I had my Klonopin, which was due to be refilled within the next few days. So I called my connection to see if they would spot me some (of course, I was broke) but they were out but might be able to get something from one of their connections the next day. So I called my other connection who only lets a few percs go now and then because they actually use them correctly for legitimate pain. I was able to get 5 5mg percs.
The next day wasn’t so bad, because I thought the other connection would come thru (isn’t it odd how when you know something’s coming, you almost feel like you’ve already had some – another fun mind trick.) But I found out early in the day that their connection wouldn’t have anything until the next week. So ok, I’m screwed and the ct begins again. But I find the Klonopin scrip has been filled so I got that.
Now I have been taking benzos (Xanax until about a year ago, when I switched to Klonopin) for anxiety and sleep issues for years without a problem. In fact, a bottle of 30 would last me a few months (if my benzo addicted ex boyfriend didn’t get hold of them, that is.) The first time I ct’d I got some Klonopin from someone and hit them pretty hard for the first few days. That w/d was relatively mild. The other 2 were pretty bad. But now is day 5 and I’ve not felt much of any kind of w/d. Oh, some rebound pain, nothing severe, none of the flu like symptoms (still taking the diphenhydramine, now in Benedryl, at night for help with sleep.) The first day I hit the Klonopin really hard but then tapered back. I have no idea why this time was so different. I read the horror stories here and I actually feel guilty that I did not have a rougher time. I feel like I deserve it for how stupid I’ve been over these dang pills. I went to the grocery store yesterday, last time I don’t think I could have made it to the mailbox on day 4. Sure, I have cravings, but I don’t expect any of the physical stuff to start at this point, but I know the mental can be brutal and I’m working on that now.
So basically my points are: everyone’s experience is different and I’ve also found that most of the time the dread of something was actually much worse than the experience itself. And I know some of you are hating me right now because you’re in the throes of misery and I got off easy for some reason. I don’t blame you a bit.
Since everyone’s experience is different it follows that different things work for different people. The best advice I can give is to keep reading this forum, you will find some great ideas and support but frankly, you will also find a few holier-than-thou attitudes and also some people who think ‘tough love’ is the way to support. Which is one of the reasons I stopped posting long ago. I’ve been through the 12 step stuff with my ex and know that would never work for me. I know it has helped many people and I’m happy for them, it’s just not for me. There are many methods and much advice out there and you will find what works for you. I’ve read some things on here that terrified me – such as if you don’t commit today to never ever using again you will not be successful. Wow, that’s a hard one to live up to. I quit smoking 6 years ago and for months and months when people would ask if I was still not smoking I’d say something like I’m not smoking today (I know, variation on the one day at a time principle.) But I had to do it that way or I never would have had the courage to lay the cigarettes down. I also read recently read a post by someone long time clean (and I’m very sure they had the best intentions and were trying to help) that said they did not feel normal again until 18 months later. 18 months??? My God, when I read that I thought I have to wait 18 months to feel better? I’d rather keep using and just die. But that doesn’t have to be your experience. And maybe they were looking back over the 18 months and realized how far they had come and I’m sure they did feel different at 18 months than at 3 months, etc. Don’t let things like that discourage you. I’m on day 5 and I feel pretty normal, a heck of a lot more normal than I did a few weeks ago when I was using so heavily. And I’m sure it will keep getting better. But there are going to be hard times – when I quit smoking there were a few things that I couldn’t do for awhile, because I associated them so much with smoking. But it eventually got better.
I guess I’ll close with something I read many years ago and I’m sorry I don’t know the author or the name of the work but it was about a woman who was I believe trying to decide whether or not to go for an advanced degree. She discussed it with a professor and he told her “Well, the next two years will go by anyway.” At first she thought his answer flip and uncaring. But she later realized he was right – the next two years will go by whether she went for the degree or not. And at the end of those two years, wouldn’t she rather have this accomplishment than being two years older and still where she is today? I think about that story in a lot of situations in my life but I think it’s particularly meaningful for those of us who are struggling with sobriety. The next two years (or two days or two weeks) are going to go by anyway, where do you want to be at the end of them?
Peace,
Kate