Dude, your story is very similiar to mine. January 2011, my lower back finally gave out on acount of a motorcycle accident in 1996. The disc at T5-S1 totally gone. First doctor I saw after we returned early from vacation, (ended up in ER, thought was passing a stone) sent me home with 90 Oxycontins, 90 Perks, and 100+ Neutrotin. (Spelling here may be D-..LOL) Bam...in no time was barbed out solid. Stayed that way until August when we finally found what we considered to be a great Neuro-surgeon. Had a TLIF transplant, new disk put in back. Went great, so...time to unload the barbs. By this time I was still taking the Oxy's, Perks, and Morphine for breakthrough. By following Dr's orders, I became hooked. Wife and Dad talked to me, we decided it was time. Told my Neurologist I wanted off the barbs. Stopped Sunday evening, by Wed. @ 10am I thought I was gonna die! Wife drove me to Neuro's office, he stuck a SUB under my tongue, then another, then after the third one..I sat up and told the wife, "It's over, let's go eat"! That quick! It was great...I thought. Now, to shorten this saga, I told my Dr. numerous times I wanted off the SUBS. He said I was not ready. So...I took muself off of them. Nobody said anything to me about WD's. I was taking 8mg (4mg twice a day). Cold turkey, thinking nothing about WD. 5 days in...again, thought I was gonna die. Went to my family doctor, (who knew nothing about Subs), he put me on Perks for pain!!! WRONG! Ended up in the ER 2 days later. My WD now has taken 6 months. I have been down, only to be put back on a higher dose to ease the pain. You are exactly right about the crappy treatment you get when the word is out that you are on SUBS. Seems they either look down on you as an addict, or they don't know a damned thing
about Sub. Now, ref. the Panic Attack thing. I recently lowered my dosage, (I am doing this with Dr's help, but tapering a little faster than he knows) started feeling pretty good. Wife and I went out to our camp, built a fire, had a few beers, got up to get some more wood, and it hit like a HAMMER! Scared the **** out of me. I lost my legs, trouble breathing, nearly passed out, knew I was having a heart attack, and told my wife to get me to the house immediately. While riding in the golf cart back to the house, I just knew I was going to die. It was absolutely horrific! Got inside, blood pressure was 190/110, heart rate was 110. Lasted about 20 minutes. Saw my SUB Dr. next day, he increased (AGAIN!) my SUB, gave me Xanax, and Trazadone for sleep. Here is the twist...I am a retired Air Traffic Controller. Worked in one of the most stressful jobs at the busiest facility in the world...never ever had a panic attack! Took pride in the fact I could handle anything. Now...I occasionally have small attacks when my wife suggest we go out to the firepit and enjoy the evening. It's like I don't want to be where that happened. Anyway, your story inspired me to write this...I hate this Suboxone...wish I just WD'd from the barbs cold turkey and been done with it. Now about a week from "Jumping Off" the Subs...I know it will be okay, great support from wife, strong desire on my part. To all who are on this drug, I suggest you get off of it immediately, if you can. I hope the feeling of panic subsides, I sure do like those evenings in the woods at the firepit with my loving and caring wife. Good luck to all...any advice regarding the panic thing would be greatly appreciated! Peace, out.