opiobsessed
12-27-2005, 12:53 PM
here's my entertaining(hopefully)sub story in poetic style from last weeks lapse on hydro from suboxone.
With the day closing in to darkness, the last of my 240 vicodin and now my last 5 of 20 oxy's downed at 3pm, 6, then 7 pm starts closing in and the withdrawal from a weeks worth of opiated fun ending sadly. I finish supper at about 7 pm, all the time feeling the wd creeping up on me worse and worse as I anticipate my last hope going back to the pharmacy, in hopes that the doc was able to fax in my oxy script. All the time, my loved ones not having a clue, hands out my last sub dose for the night not knowing I've been saving them up for the rainy day that has arrived. With 2 subs tucked away in my pocket, neglected and forgotten for a better opiate, I rush to the pharmacy at 8pm for better or worse. I rush inside, no script called or faxed in for me, that instant horrified feeling as I run to the otc section to try some imodium to get me through until I am safe to dose my normal sub schedule 24 hours later. I get home, empty my pockets of change into my change ufo holder, down 2 imodiums only to have very little relief. All of a sudden realizing I forgot to put my 2 subs in my safe place where all the others have been piling up for the week. I reach into my pocket, they're gone, so distraught I rush out to the car, find one on the seat, its rescued, one still missing, I search and search everywhere under the seat etc, no sub to be found. The poor sub probably fallen outta my pocket as I got out at the pharmacy, now most likely crying in the cold, dissolving into the wet pavement in the parking lot, me feeling so bad that I let my buddy slip out into the cold, all for some better agonist. A week later, my saved up subs dwindling away as I use them up to stave off the wd from last week, I take my last saved up sub last night, as the slight wd sets in from tapering down my subs. Suddenly at 10 pm I think about that poor lost sub, how it would comfort me through one more night till my next dose the next day. Suddenly I remember the night at the pharmacy, mentally in a daze from escalating wd,rushing home, losing my sub, putting my change away, wait, emptying my pockets of change and, woa, did my long lost friend hang on all this time and slip into the change that I put away that night? my receptors are humming all of a sudden. I jump up from the computer, rush into my room, open up my change jug, see my (lost) sub buddy sitting right there amongst my change and like a long lost pal coming back someday, I grin from ear to ear and joyfully reunite my one lost suboxone, all the time that was sitting there all cozy and warm the whole time, just tucked away waiting for me to save my night. I instantly feel relieved and put that buddy under my tongue and sleep sound one more night. All the time, thinking how I need to respect and appreciate my buddy opium, who has saved my life since I met him.
With the day closing in to darkness, the last of my 240 vicodin and now my last 5 of 20 oxy's downed at 3pm, 6, then 7 pm starts closing in and the withdrawal from a weeks worth of opiated fun ending sadly. I finish supper at about 7 pm, all the time feeling the wd creeping up on me worse and worse as I anticipate my last hope going back to the pharmacy, in hopes that the doc was able to fax in my oxy script. All the time, my loved ones not having a clue, hands out my last sub dose for the night not knowing I've been saving them up for the rainy day that has arrived. With 2 subs tucked away in my pocket, neglected and forgotten for a better opiate, I rush to the pharmacy at 8pm for better or worse. I rush inside, no script called or faxed in for me, that instant horrified feeling as I run to the otc section to try some imodium to get me through until I am safe to dose my normal sub schedule 24 hours later. I get home, empty my pockets of change into my change ufo holder, down 2 imodiums only to have very little relief. All of a sudden realizing I forgot to put my 2 subs in my safe place where all the others have been piling up for the week. I reach into my pocket, they're gone, so distraught I rush out to the car, find one on the seat, its rescued, one still missing, I search and search everywhere under the seat etc, no sub to be found. The poor sub probably fallen outta my pocket as I got out at the pharmacy, now most likely crying in the cold, dissolving into the wet pavement in the parking lot, me feeling so bad that I let my buddy slip out into the cold, all for some better agonist. A week later, my saved up subs dwindling away as I use them up to stave off the wd from last week, I take my last saved up sub last night, as the slight wd sets in from tapering down my subs. Suddenly at 10 pm I think about that poor lost sub, how it would comfort me through one more night till my next dose the next day. Suddenly I remember the night at the pharmacy, mentally in a daze from escalating wd,rushing home, losing my sub, putting my change away, wait, emptying my pockets of change and, woa, did my long lost friend hang on all this time and slip into the change that I put away that night? my receptors are humming all of a sudden. I jump up from the computer, rush into my room, open up my change jug, see my (lost) sub buddy sitting right there amongst my change and like a long lost pal coming back someday, I grin from ear to ear and joyfully reunite my one lost suboxone, all the time that was sitting there all cozy and warm the whole time, just tucked away waiting for me to save my night. I instantly feel relieved and put that buddy under my tongue and sleep sound one more night. All the time, thinking how I need to respect and appreciate my buddy opium, who has saved my life since I met him.