Maybe I Should Tell You About SUBOXONE

Yesterday, my first paragraph would have led you to assume that I am some kind of addict.

And in a way, you would be correct.

Yet, my addiction arose from my legitamate use of pain killers.  I had a spinal disease that for some strange reason, caused my ankles to sear with pain when I walked. So , since I was in construction, and responsible for the competion of million dollar jobs, my doctor prescribed Percocet so that I could get through my 7 hour day.

After about 1 year, the pain in my ankles disappeared.  Financially it made sense to me to cease my use of Percocet.  Yet, two days away from that pill (of which I was taking 8 per day), caused such severe withdrawals, that I began taking the pill just to get relief from the cramping and sweating and chills and blurred vision, and a multidude of horrible biological symptoms which no human should endure.

I know what Michael Jackson, (and a host of other Stars) were going through. But they could afford their addictions, even though in the end it killed them.  I , on the other hand, was going through $1800 per month, buying Perc's off the street, to stave off my withdrawals.

There was no HIGH.  There was just "not feeling like shit".  And only Perc could save my day.

When I finally could no longer afford to buy Percocet, I checked myself into a ReHab Center.  That alone was $750 per day, and I did not have insurance at the time.

It was while I was in ReHab, that I discovered SUBOXONE.  This little 2 milligram orange pill, administered to me every 6 hours, alleviated all of my withdrawal symptoms.

I stayed in ReHab for 3 days, and checked myself out (to save some money), and headed directly to a doctor who was licensed to prescribe SUBOXONE.

Little did I know, how addictive SUBOXONE is.  Even though it only costs me about $300 per month now, I am struggling to wean myself off of SUBOXONE, two years after checking myself out of ReHab.

Just something else to add to the "crap" pile, that has become my life.