& You Thought I Was Perfect... :)
*I've been searching for something to write about & ranch chimp has inspired me to talk about my own battle with drug addiction.
I know from experience that the easy availability of narcotics raises the potential for drug addiction when a person is down in the dumps. Not only illegal narcotics, but addiction to prescription drugs...opiates like morphine, Oxycontin & Vicodin.
I had my own bout w/these prescription drugs about 5 years ago after a painful injury that left me with some damaged nerves and a lot of pain.
Unfortunately, I was also depressed because of my bad marriage situation, with that, my injury, & having almost unlimited access to narcotics did not make for a good combination in my case. While I was in the hospital, I was given morphine shots every few hours for about a week. Then I was sent home & given prescriptions for Oxycontin, Vicodin, & muscle relaxers. I found I liked being high, I didn't have to think about my injury or my marriage problems. Of course, it didn't make my problems go away, but I didn't have to deal with them, either.
It is amazing how quickly a person builds up a tolerance to opiates. If you've ever taken these kinds of drugs, imagine taking 8, 9, 10 Vicodin at a time. Not by mouth, but crushing them up adding an Oxycontin & snorting them. <---That is when I decided I had a problem with prescription drugs.
My pride & reputation have always been important to me & after pondering the course I was on, I couldn't figure how I could keep doing what I was doing without making some serious compromises that were illegal, embarrassing & might land me in jail. So, I summoned up the courage & made an appointment with my Doctor / Drug supplier to talk about my drug use. I told him I was addicted & asked him to stop giving me prescriptions to opiates & I asked him to authorize for my enrollment in a program for drug addicts. He did.
What an eye opening experience that was! I was put into a class with a group of serious drug addicts of all ages, all women. Even though I'd been a homeless teen & in reform school, I'd never really "gotten involved in drugs" before this. I found out I was just a baby compared with most of the women in the class. The ones that were younger then me had already done things I'd never dreamed of & most of the women my age looked like they'd been wrung out hard & hung out to dry. One fiftyish woman was court ordered into the class because she'd stolen her Doctors prescription pad & forged prescriptions for Oxycontin. She had been to court, convicted, had her name in the paper & everything. Another poor woman had gotten so drunk & so high she'd fallen off a bridge into a creek & broken her back. She didn't even remember how it happened!
Not that I was going to stumble off a bridge but...
I saw the writing on the wall. That class was like being slapped in the face while looking in the mirror.
It sure scared the heck out of me. I decided I didn't want to end up like that.
I am lucky. I don't know why I was able to kick the habit, but I did. I suppose it involved many factors, but mostly I credit myself for having the foresight to realize the path I was on was self destructive & I wanted something better for myself.
Besides there is a legal painkiller that is easily available & fairly inexpensive...
Alcohol. :)
*I actually put this post up once, then deleted it, because the subject matter was a little to close to home.
I've changed my mind about that. For one, how I was affected by prescription drugs is a chapter in my life & frankly I'm proud of myself for being able to deal with the problem. Another reason to talk about this is that prescription drug abuse is a huge issue in this country. I never thought I'd be vulnerable.



