Eh, I don’t know. I kind of associate a lot of the addiction to the fact that the pill relieves pain. If you’re suffering (what you think is) intolerable pain and Oxycontin relieves that pain, it could promote psychological addiction so that you feel you must take it to prevent the awful pain from returning. I, like you, have experienced no addictive effect from taking schedule II narcotics (Vicodin, Percocet). Heck, they barely even relieved the pain. But, of course, everyone’s chemistry is different in subtle ways.
And it’s the Maritimer for the win!
I don’t know how it compares to dilaudid, but I was given a prescription for that once and it did make me high, but did not take away my pain. I was very aware of thinking “I am high, so I know it is working, but the pain is still here.” I was just all disoriented while in pain.
I didn’t take any more. I should actually go through my cabinet and toss everything old in there, there is way too much stuff in there that could potentially be abused by someone who came across it.
I heard it is best to crush pills and mix them with coffee grounds and throw them away?
Miami is on the Atlantic coast, not the Gulf.
I liked it when the cops used to come to the high school to warn the students that they shouldn’t take illicit drugs because one of the side effects was “euphoria.” Whoa, wouldn’t want to risk that.
Absolutely pointless nitpick: Vicodin is Schedule III.
When I ran out of my usual drugs for migraines I took some of my girlfriend’s darvocets. I got that “I hurt but I don’t care” feeling in a big way. When I concentrated, I could tell that my head was still exploding, but somehow it just didn’t bother me. I kept trying to wander around the house to experiment with my new-found apathy, but I was blind on the left side from the aura and so kept bumping into things. Also, ice cream became a fantastic taste extravaganza.
Ha! I have a little bit of …uh, a habit when it comes to opiates, and I go through a half-gallon of ice cream every two days.
The same thing happened to my husband when he had his wisdom teeth pulled. Because of the risk of dry socket, I followed the instructions to the letter when giving him the medication. Twenty minutes later, he didn’t even make it to the toilet in his drugged state…he did make it as far as the bathroom sink.
That was a long fucking night.
I always wondered about Vicodin etc. I had a lot of mouth problems, and so was prescribed some Vicodin. I also had to have a couple toenails removed and was given another script. The result of this is that I had two or three prescriptions of Vicodin in the house that I had accumulated over the years until I eventually threw it all out. I suppose I could have abused them, but I would take one, nothing would happen, so I’d take some Aleve and feel mildly better. I recently had some major work done on a tooth and my mom gave me one of her Oxycontin, assuring me that I’d take it and I wouldn’t care about anything. I took it and…absolutely nothing happened.
I guess I’ll never know what it feels like to be hugged by God.
Opiates just tell you they’re God. They do a few cheap parlor tricks, that may impress and dazzle, and if it fools you like it fooled me, then they’re in like Flynn.
Later they turn into demons. The really, really fucking nasty kind.
I was hoping nobody would notice that.
I’ve got a bottle of Vicodin right here. I took it for four or five days but stopped, because it doesn’t do anything for me that Ibuprofen or Tylenol doesn’t do.
Now, that Triazolam the dentist gave me - that shit works. Total twilight la, la, la I-don’t-care-about-anything drug.
Wouldn’t want to take that regularly.
It’s like getting hugged by a woman made entirely of breasts. And there’s a monkey playing a piano there, but the monkey is made out of breasts, too. And the piano is on fire.
Are you sure it wasn’t Oxycodone? I knew a bunch of idiots who were abusing Oxycontin back before it was cool to be an idiot who abused Oxycontin . . . I’ve seen more than one person take one and not be able to stand up a few minutes later.
I’m glad I don’t like opiates. I’ve got a bottle of vicodin/percocet/oxycodone/etc minus 2 or 3 pills in my medicine cabinet for everytime I’ve had dental work or been to the emergency room. They make my legs itch really bad. I take them on camping trips and long hikes in case I break my leg or something.
I don’t know. that’s what she told me, but hell, this is the same woman who called me to demand to know where a CD was. I told her to check her laptop*. She told me she didn’t know how to “open the CD drawer”. So perhaps I should be wary of taking her at her word.
*[sub]which is where she ultimately found it[/sub]
I have it on very good authority that, for those individuals who can and do use opiates/opioids recreationally, oxycodone combines one of the most subjectively pleasurable effects of that entire class of drug (as opposed to morphine, for example, which is said to be more sedating than euphoric, and can cause severe nausea) with impressive “legs” or duration of effect. Oxycontin is oxycodone in a high dosage amount (as opposed to percodans/percosets, which pack a measly 5 mgs of active principle along with a liver-walloping 300+ mgs of acetomenephen), and that’s what the big deal about Oxycontin is, for those who indulge in extra-ciricular usage of narcotics.
(There’s also a 10-mg instant release oxycodone tablet available, and a 30-mg IR form sold under the brand name of Roxicodone – but once one has a real oxycodone habit, one’s tolerance for the stuff increases geometrically, at a rate that outstrips that of its chemical kindred – which makes OCs, which come in dosages as high as 120 mgs per tablet, much more sought-after by those whose usage has ceased being recreational.)
I have only been prescribed opiates a few times in my life, namely after surgeeries. They make me so dizzy and vomiting that I can almost deal better with the pain! :(I guess I’m fortunate that I’m not at risk of getting addicted to the little boogers.
This is actually rather reassuring for me, Arglefraster. My sister has been taking oxys for over a year for a slipped disk in her back. (X-rays of her spine are downright scary.) She can’t even try surgery for another few years, for reasons I don’t understand, but she’s in constant pain. She doesn’t ever not hurt; it’s just worse or better at times. She also has prescriptions for percocets.
Very weird. She’s terrified of addiction but her doctor hasn’t seemed too concerned–possibly just because she’s so reluctant to take opiates? She says she doesn’t want to survive hellish back surgery then discover she’s a drug addict. She may “pop a perky” during the day if the pain gets really, really bad but refuses to take more than two per day, max.
One oxy per day is reserved for just before bedtime to relieve the pain just enough so she can fall asleep. Thing is, she hates taking it because it upsets her stomach. So she munches some crackers or something light then tries to drop off really quickly before she wants to hurl. It’s kind of funny, in a very sad way, her muttering to herself at bedtime: “Okay, sleep or barf, sleep or barf.”
Odd stuff, addiction. And we have addiction problems, mainly alcohol, in the recent family tree. Maybe it skipped us. I sure hope so.
Everything you say is true. But the first year really is an awakening of sorts. It’s not worth it, but it’s goddamn close.
When I had a kidney stone, I thought I was going to die from the pain. I got a shot of Demerol and suddenly, I didn’t care any more. I was aware that something was still wrong, I just didn’t give a damn.
It was a quite wonderful feeling and I learned that day how easily one can get addicted to a drug like that.