Oh and Raygen I forgot to add that I really admire you...and also anyone whose kicked a drug addiction of any kind. I think recovered addicts are probably the strongest kind of people. With help and encouragment I think I too can get passed this. I also forgot to mention I'm doing this alone. No one not even my best friend knew I was taking oxy's. My entire family lives on the other side of the US. So I'm struggling alone and that makes it even scarier. But knowing I can have support from even people I don't know will maybe lessen the fear. Anyways I can't thank you enough for the encouragment.
Ya you are so right...I've def come to see it's easier said than done. But I want to thank you for sharing your story and being so kind to me. I can deal with the depression and anxiety since I've dealt with it for three years even untreated. And it only got worse when my husband died last year. Hence the reason I turned to oxy's. They made me feel happy. But now to feel like a normal human being would make me happy. Just going back to being and feeling like I did before oxy's would be a dream come true. In the last few hours I've researched a lot and have came up with a plan A, B, and C. So hopefully something works and I won't be dead from a seizure in five days. So if you believe in prayer please pray for me. If not wish me the best of luck. I will be praying for you to continue to do well and to continue keeping the strength. I guess if I can live through the tradgic and horrifying heartbreak of loosing my soulmate....I can get through this too. Again Raygen I want to thank you for sharing your story, and helping me to not feel so alone. I'm so scared but the fact that you took a few mins to give me encouragement makes me a little less scared and wanting to end the addiction even more. Have a great evening and God bless.
I could just start crying as I read your post.
A quick backround- I started taking vicodin for a broken left foot. Soon the vicodin became uneffective(did not produce the high that my brain craved) and so, I went to percs. With or without pain I found myself taking the pills because the high was amazing. I would never take more than 25mg orally a day and so I thought it was no big deal. 2.5 months later(1.5 weeks ago) I had my gall bladder taken out and of course was perscribed more percs. The days following my surgery I was taking about 60mg orally AS PRESCRIBED. This past saturday, when I did not take such a high dose I could feel my body start acting weird. On sunday I took only 25mg...and DAY 1 of my withdrawal begins...
Monday and Tuesday were HELL; and if this is HELL I shall sin no more!!!Not only did I feel heavy, anxious, I cried on and off all day. I was very depressed and had watery stool. I did not eat much of anything but forced myself to because I knew I needed to, even if it was only a piece of bread. I took ZERO percs during the day but took .5mg when I finally felt like I could no longer handle this...only to allow myself to sleep. (which was VERY hard to do) I was very restless and my body felt like it could run a marathon. EVERYTHING was sad to me. I felt very depressed, like life as I knew it was over.
Wednesday- Same feelings with a little less crying. I felt like death. I felt OUT OF CONTROL, as if i was going insane. It was very hard to sit still. I thank god I have both my mother and Girlfriend by my side. Talk about what you're going through, people will be there for you, A LOT of people know exactly what you are going through. You are NOT alone, I promise. Oh, and I drug(no pun intended) my butt to work which was super hard, but at the end of the night, when I had completed work, I was VERY proud of myself. I was able to fall asleep with a Xanax which I am prescribed for my anxiety which has been greatly hightened during this withdrawal. A few hours into my sleep I woke up and had to vomit.
Thursday- Which was yesterday. I went to work. I felt like 1000 pounds was sitting on top of me. Emotional. Very anxious. I was like the walking dead. BUT, this day was easier than yesterday and so on.
Friday- Which is today (day 3 of absolutely ZERO percs, but day 5 of my withdrawal). I am at work. I am in a daze, I feel dizzy, anxious, kind of sad and have a heavy chest. But, I know, this is only getting better, this will only get better. Less crying, I DO see the light at the end of the tunnel, less watery stool; overall I HAVE HOPE.
This has been the HARDEST thing I have ever done. It takes a massive amount of strength within yourself. I am actually crying as I write this because my mind and body are exhausted and yet I cannot sit still. It is amazing what opiate drugs not only do to your body but more importantly to your brain. I have read a lot of forums and it seems like damned near everyone has gone through something like this; that in itself gives me hope.
Take as MANY walks or jogs as you can. You need to release those endorphines that will help with your anxiety, restlessness and depression. FORCE yourself to drink and eat as much as possible. It is much easier said than done. I am very much physically and emotionally exhausted. Don't give up, the pain WILL end!
Stay strong and I will do the same.
Why are you being so mean? I honestly feel judged and like i'm being scolded by my mother. I find myself questioning why i'm about to explain to you about the percocet but maybe it's because i'm feeling pretty judged and like you've made it a goal to somehow embarrass me. I went to the hospital told them exactly what was going on and my symptoms. So they gave me percocet and nausea metication. I never asked for the percocet...maybe they thought it would help the pain in my joints. But never did I ask for them. I took them just to get myself through the rest of the morning to feel somewhat normal till I could research more and figure out my options. In any case this is the first time i've dealt with any withdrawls from anything, so concidering the fact that not only am I stressing out over something I have no clue about, i'm also in complete disarray over the fact that my husband a year ago (two days ago) was blown to pieces in Afghanistan. So I apologize if I am coming off emotional maybe being a baby about this but you should really consider being a little more gentle and less judgemental. I was already scared over the withdrawls and what i'm going to be facing and now you've completely terrified me. I don't have the money to check into some kind of facility, so thats not an option. And yes i'd like more than anything to not be on that mess anymore, like I said i'm scared, i'm withdrawling, and this is a first for me. So excuse me if i'm some moron for not knowing what to do. Is there anyone here that can put things in a more gentle and less grizzly perspective for me? Any KIND help would be much appreciated. By the way I only did 60 mils for maybe 5 days or less...i've been reading people doing the same only for 5 years detoxing at home ( maybe by the grace of God) and they didn't seize up and die.
Detox from Oxycontin in the amounts you wrote, 60-1200mg daily needs SUPERVISED detox...by a MD or facility. Why you'd go abuse the ER and get a lesser opoid is I dont know...you're obviously NOT wanting to get OFF the Opioids. What are you going to do when/if you have seizures...say 5 days down the road when you are out of Percocet?
Get your self to a NA meeting and do so for the next 90 days...EVERY DAY.