LizStreithorst
12-14-2021, 01:32 PM
First off let me say that I have never taken slow down drugs of go fast drugs to get high. Never never never. I know that I have an addictive personality and I've seen with my own eyes how these drugs can ruin people's lives.
Because of bad discs in my back I take 4 Tramadol a day and because of stenosis I take 9 Gababentin a day. The Tramadol is a the mildest of all the narcotics and is controlled but much less controlled than say Percocet. Gabapentin is by prescription but not a controlled substance. I hope that after back surgery I'll be able to get off most of this stuff. I hate having to use drugs to get by.
Friday I ran out of Gabapentin and thought that I had another bottle hiding behind something in a cabinet. Now, I've run out of Tramadol before and was able to suck it up until my script was figured out by the pain doctor and my family doctor. Each thought that the other should be prescribing it. I thought the same thing about being out of Gabapentin because it is not a controlled drug. I was wrong.
Saturday night I started feeling miserable with shivering sweats. I did get dressed Sunday morning but felt so bad that I got back into my jammies and in bed. I took my temp and it was 96.8.
I took it again. 98.6. I thought, hell if it goes any lower I'll be dead but I was so miserable I didn't care if I died. The poor horse didn't even get her lunch which is a treat of alfalfa cubes soaked in water. She got breakfast and dinner because since she can't eat grass it is necessary for her to live. The poor fish didn't even get a WC. Even though I have fry that needed it. I felt so bad that I decided to get a Covid test Monday even though I had none of the typical Covid symptoms and mask up whenever I go somewhere.
Monday I had the tests for flu and Covid. I came out negative for both. I had already called my family doctor to get my scrip refilled but it wouldn't be ready until after lunch. It was just an aside that I told the nurse at the clinic who gave me a good exam that I had been out of Gabapentin for 3 days. That's when she realized that I was going through withdrawal from a drug that doesn't even get you high. I went straight from the clinic into Ellisville where the drug store is. I took 3 Tramadol as I was driving home, 3 more when I hit the sack and 3 more in the wee hours of the morning. Today I feel normal again.
I piss and moan about my back and not being able to do any of the physical labor that I enjoyed so much. I'm not pissing and moaning today. I felt so good I took my rollator and rolled up my long dirt road to visit my neighbor who just moved into the house that they've been working on for so long. He has a Great Pyrenees that I can no longer groom although I would love nothing more that get my hands on that dog's hair and make him beautiful. He does his best to keep up the dog's coat but he's not a groomer. I knew that Shawn needed grooming tools that he doesn't have but I do. I rolled all the way home picked up 3 tools and rolled back up to give them to him. I never feel well enough to roll up and down the road 4 times but I do today. It's weird to discover that I'm a drug addict due to a "non addictive" drug. I can't imagine what people who are addicted to Percocet or meth go through when they try to quit.
Because of bad discs in my back I take 4 Tramadol a day and because of stenosis I take 9 Gababentin a day. The Tramadol is a the mildest of all the narcotics and is controlled but much less controlled than say Percocet. Gabapentin is by prescription but not a controlled substance. I hope that after back surgery I'll be able to get off most of this stuff. I hate having to use drugs to get by.
Friday I ran out of Gabapentin and thought that I had another bottle hiding behind something in a cabinet. Now, I've run out of Tramadol before and was able to suck it up until my script was figured out by the pain doctor and my family doctor. Each thought that the other should be prescribing it. I thought the same thing about being out of Gabapentin because it is not a controlled drug. I was wrong.
Saturday night I started feeling miserable with shivering sweats. I did get dressed Sunday morning but felt so bad that I got back into my jammies and in bed. I took my temp and it was 96.8.
I took it again. 98.6. I thought, hell if it goes any lower I'll be dead but I was so miserable I didn't care if I died. The poor horse didn't even get her lunch which is a treat of alfalfa cubes soaked in water. She got breakfast and dinner because since she can't eat grass it is necessary for her to live. The poor fish didn't even get a WC. Even though I have fry that needed it. I felt so bad that I decided to get a Covid test Monday even though I had none of the typical Covid symptoms and mask up whenever I go somewhere.
Monday I had the tests for flu and Covid. I came out negative for both. I had already called my family doctor to get my scrip refilled but it wouldn't be ready until after lunch. It was just an aside that I told the nurse at the clinic who gave me a good exam that I had been out of Gabapentin for 3 days. That's when she realized that I was going through withdrawal from a drug that doesn't even get you high. I went straight from the clinic into Ellisville where the drug store is. I took 3 Tramadol as I was driving home, 3 more when I hit the sack and 3 more in the wee hours of the morning. Today I feel normal again.
I piss and moan about my back and not being able to do any of the physical labor that I enjoyed so much. I'm not pissing and moaning today. I felt so good I took my rollator and rolled up my long dirt road to visit my neighbor who just moved into the house that they've been working on for so long. He has a Great Pyrenees that I can no longer groom although I would love nothing more that get my hands on that dog's hair and make him beautiful. He does his best to keep up the dog's coat but he's not a groomer. I knew that Shawn needed grooming tools that he doesn't have but I do. I rolled all the way home picked up 3 tools and rolled back up to give them to him. I never feel well enough to roll up and down the road 4 times but I do today. It's weird to discover that I'm a drug addict due to a "non addictive" drug. I can't imagine what people who are addicted to Percocet or meth go through when they try to quit.