Question by Chris: Long question for doctors, preferrably near Montana… but it doesn’t matter…?
[rewrite]Hi this is a serious question so please spare me any insults or rhetoric because I’m not here for that. I have used marijuana regularly,
and responsibly (not a single drug related arrest or charge in my life)
since I was 13 years old. I am now 19, soon to be 20, and have had a pretty bad addiction to painkillers since about mid-2007. Allow me to elaborate. I used to drink quite a bit and was into coke for a little while, and I was addicted to methamphetamine for a few months as well. However, I ate and slept regularly and didn’t become an entirely tweaked out loser… I decided to put it behind me, as with alcohol, cigarettes, and coke, I just stuck with pot. I still haven’t indulged…
My ex-girlfriend whom I broke up with just last week has a prescription for amphetamine salt, and though I had been offered many times, never once took it. At any rate, near the end of 2007, I was introduced to hydrocodone by a friend who also had no idea of it’s powers.
I began to snort them, and clean my house, do the dishes, etc…
I was living with my grandmother then, and shortly after my introduction to painkillers, she died in October of 2007, leaving me completely alone to keep the trailer and pay the bills. I dropped out to try and keep myself afloat. Things had become very depressing.
I had been in a horrible relationship that ended in the worst possible way next to death, I missed my grandma, and I missed my childhood.
But I didn’t start shooting up, or robbing people, or anything like that.
I would just spend many a day chasing vicodin or percocet, snort them, be high for a little while, feel better for a fleeting hour or two, then wake up and do it all over again. Pot wasn’t even the same without pills. It got to the point where my brain would hurt if I went without them. It kept going and going… Eventually, I lost my place,
lost my job, but met a girl I hadn’t seen in years, whom I began to date and live with, just me and her, in a home her mother paid for. Obviously, the lack of impending bills gave me time to search for pills unencumbered. She liked speed and had a prescription, I was hooked on painkillers and had to cop them on the street…
On and on it went. I also began taking lorazepam, not so much to get high, but because it killed my anxiety and went with the pot and opioids very well. Even at this point, however, I never went over 20 or 30 milligrams of percocet or vicodin a night. I’ll cut to the chase-
My mom died of sirrhosis last March, and it didn’t help me at all.
It wasn’t like Eric Clapton devoting his sobriety to the loss of his son,
in fact, I did them even more to take away the pain.
I finally lost my girlfriend, I’m basically homeless, and I still have to have pills constantly. Yet I still won’t put a needle in my arm, not that it makes a huge difference. I have an oppurtunity to go and start anew with a relative a few hundred miles away from all this, and here’s my question-    Read more...