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On oxycodone for 6 months and I want off
I have been on oxycodone for 6 months and can't stand being addicted to something. I have always been against drugs but I had a baby and while pregnant started having really bad back pain. After having my daughter I found out I have an extra vertebre which has caused my scoliosis to worsen. Also being pregnant cause my spine to curve even more. Carrying my daugher was so hard so I went to pain management. I have never been to a main management place before and I have never been on pain pills. The doctor prescribed me percocet and then shortly after put me on the oxycodone. My husband is pretty upset with me and I am with myself too. I needed help physically and used that as an excuse to stay on them and now I am addicted. Now that I am going through this I would much rather deal with pain. I hate hangovers and feeling out of it, I want to feel normal again. I quit taking my anti-depressent and have had withdrawls from that, I can't imagine what kind of withdraws I will have from the pain pills. I want to take care of my daughter while I go off them but I am weak to pain and feeling sick. If anyone can give me advise on what to do to come off these I would appreciate it. I am going to my doctor tomorrow but they just seem to do whatever you want. I would have never gone on these if I would have known this would happen.
Sushi Economics
Suppose that, every day, ten men go out for sushi and the bill for all ten comes to $100.
If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.
So, that's what they decided to do. The ten men ate at the sushi bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve.
"Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily sushi by $20." Food for the ten now cost just $80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still eat for free. But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his "fair share?"
They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to eat their sushi.
So, the restaurant owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount as they paid and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay. And so:
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).
Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to eat for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.
"I only got a dollar out of the $20,"declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man," but he got $10!"
"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I!"
"That's true!!" shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!"
"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!"
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next day the tenth man didn't show up for sushi, so the nine sat down and started eating without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, boys and girls, media journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start eating overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.
-- Unknown
If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.
So, that's what they decided to do. The ten men ate at the sushi bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve.
"Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily sushi by $20." Food for the ten now cost just $80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still eat for free. But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his "fair share?"
They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to eat their sushi.
So, the restaurant owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount as they paid and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay. And so:
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).
Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to eat for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.
"I only got a dollar out of the $20,"declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man," but he got $10!"
"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I!"
"That's true!!" shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!"
"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!"
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next day the tenth man didn't show up for sushi, so the nine sat down and started eating without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, boys and girls, media journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start eating overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.
-- Unknown
Chemistry vs. Good Program & Character
OK folks ... gimme your input. I have been seeing this woman in who is also in AA. She works a good program, has healthy boundaries and handles my feelings responsibly. She pursued me in the beginning and now we have been in a relationship for about 6 months. We both have been in AA for a while and active in service. I dated here and there after the year I took to dive into recovery. This is her first relationship in recovery and this is my second.
The problem is that I don't feel the chemistry/attraction that she feels for me. I don't understand it ... but I accept it. I would rather be with someone that is a good person and has a relatively healthy understanding of relationships, wants recovery and wants to grow spiritualy..... than the instant attraction, love at first sight crap I knew so well while I was out there drinking.
This had kinda been throwing me a curve. Anyone else experience this kind of thing? Any feedback would be much appreciated.
The problem is that I don't feel the chemistry/attraction that she feels for me. I don't understand it ... but I accept it. I would rather be with someone that is a good person and has a relatively healthy understanding of relationships, wants recovery and wants to grow spiritualy..... than the instant attraction, love at first sight crap I knew so well while I was out there drinking.
This had kinda been throwing me a curve. Anyone else experience this kind of thing? Any feedback would be much appreciated.
gave in
I gave up, after numerous freebie, craving-free weeks. This past week the cravings hit full force, though, and tonight I didn't resist at all.
Long story short: After I drank at the party, I sat down on a curve, and held my head in my hands. I saw this image of myself, asking me: "So it's just you and me now. Are you willing to do it?"
I'm used to effortlessness. Right now, I don't have a job, I'm barely keeping up with my long overdue classes, taking a colourful variety of meds that supposedly consolidate my mental health and sobriety, I'm hooked on cigarettes that fill a void, and basically take everything for granted, including my family and friends. When I decided to get sober for good 15 weeks ago, I had no cravings whatsoever, so I just coasted along with a relieved smile. That's the way things tend to be in my life: simply handed to me, implying no hard work whatsoever.
When I was a kid, my Grandmother used to say that I could charm the devil into doing whatever I pleased. That comment is obviously untrue, but it's not quite off the mark either. It set the stage for the way my life would be like, at least in appearance: seemingly sunny, filled with silver spoons, and requiring no effort. At all. So, yup, I'm just a Self-injuring martyr, now ignore those goddamn clouds... How's that for a martyr statement!
There is one thing - maybe the only thing - I'm proud of: I have tried my very best to never, ever, hurt anyone. Except for one notable exception, this is something I have excelled at. It's not that I try to be a "good person" or some other half assed notion along those lines. It's just the way I am. But:
I have hurt others unintentionally.
And I've also hurt myself.
What am I going to do differently this time around?
Well... ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING.
... there is a bigger picture, right? :(
Long story short: After I drank at the party, I sat down on a curve, and held my head in my hands. I saw this image of myself, asking me: "So it's just you and me now. Are you willing to do it?"
I'm used to effortlessness. Right now, I don't have a job, I'm barely keeping up with my long overdue classes, taking a colourful variety of meds that supposedly consolidate my mental health and sobriety, I'm hooked on cigarettes that fill a void, and basically take everything for granted, including my family and friends. When I decided to get sober for good 15 weeks ago, I had no cravings whatsoever, so I just coasted along with a relieved smile. That's the way things tend to be in my life: simply handed to me, implying no hard work whatsoever.
When I was a kid, my Grandmother used to say that I could charm the devil into doing whatever I pleased. That comment is obviously untrue, but it's not quite off the mark either. It set the stage for the way my life would be like, at least in appearance: seemingly sunny, filled with silver spoons, and requiring no effort. At all. So, yup, I'm just a Self-injuring martyr, now ignore those goddamn clouds... How's that for a martyr statement!
There is one thing - maybe the only thing - I'm proud of: I have tried my very best to never, ever, hurt anyone. Except for one notable exception, this is something I have excelled at. It's not that I try to be a "good person" or some other half assed notion along those lines. It's just the way I am. But:
maybe it's time to challenge that notion as well.
I have hurt others unintentionally.
And I've also hurt myself.
What am I going to do differently this time around?
Well... ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING.
... there is a bigger picture, right? :(
hurtin&confused
I really don't know where to begin...other than to say I've been married for 2wks and 4 days, and the person whom I love and want to be with more than anything just informed me and his family(the day after the wedding)that he is a drug addict. My heart just sunk, it was as if I had been told I was going to die or something.I also feel stupid because I had ABSOLUTELY no idea...I mean how does a person spend so much time with someone that they love and want to marry, but doesn't see the obvious right in front of thier face??? He has taken the first step and admitted the problem, he has also been clean now for a week and 3 days. The worst of the withdrawals seem to over, but there are a few still lingering. It's been hard going thru this because not only have I have to babysit a 31 yr old(who by the way is doing this cold turkey)but I have a 4 yr old son at home as well, so needless to say on Saturday when his dad and girlfriend decided to visit us I pretty much lost it. So much so that I left at 10 p.m. and drove to my moms in NC. I said he is doing this cold turkey and he did for 3 days...then I took him and he now has a Naltraxone implant..for those of you who doesn't know what that is..it's this round thing that they make about a 2inch incision for and a pocket under the skin and place it in there and stitch you up and send you on your way...what this does is block the sensors in your body that allow to get high from what ever drug/dope you were using, it also helps to curve your cravings, and if for some reason you relapse, you'll get so sick..you'll wish you were dead..his worst problem now is that he's having treamors during the day, and it's scarring him, he still doesn't have an appetite, and I'm really trying to be as encouraging as possible, but at the same time I want to tell him "SUCK IT UP, GROW A BACKBONE, AND DEAL WITH IT...you done this to yourself now suffer the consequences." I know that's not healthy, but neither is babying him..I just really need to talk to those who understand how frustrating it is...have people who can give encouragment to me(before I LOOSE MY MIND)....
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To ride again?
Hi, All!
Lady rider here ... I'm wondering your thoughts about riding after a fall?
My fiance has been riding for over 20 years. I've ridden with him as a passenger for 2 years. He bought me a (somewhat beat-up) 1985 Honda Rebel 250 to learn with.
I took the beginners motorcycle safety course. I got to ride a Rebel 250 in that class and did very well. I got my motorcycle endorsement before taking the bike out for the first time.
It was nerve-wracking! The brake light didn't work, the speedometer didn't work, the handlebars were crooked, the clutch was really hard to squeeze, and the front fork seals were blown, so the suspension felt weird. The bike didn't handle anything like the Rebel 250 that I used in the class.
He rode in front of me on his Harley so I could follow. Our first outings were in neighborhoods. Eventually I felt confident enough to go out on a country road with no traffic.
Going around a curve (speed limit 55mph, curve warning sign suggested 35mph for the curve), I entered the curve too fast and ran off the road. I don't know how fast I entered the curve since the speedometer was broken.
Miraculously, I landed in soft grass and didn't get seriously hurt. I credit the grace of God for that.
It's now 3 months after the accident and I'm finally physically well enough to ride again. My knee can bend enough to get the left foot on the peg, and the ankle can move enough to shift.
Emotionally, I feel like I've "lost". I've been beaten by a bike. I used to LOVE riding with him. But now I'm ashamed to ride as a passenger because I see it as an admission of defeat. My ego wants me to try riding by myself again so that I won't feel ashamed, stupid, and incompetent anymore. I'm tired of feeling that way.
But intellectually, I see the risk and realize that I could easily be maimed or killed if I fall again. We want to have kids someday, so I need my body to work. (Pregnancy & caring for a baby would be difficult if I'm missing a leg or an arm ...)
But the pride & ego keep coming back. I've seen my fiance talk with lady riders before. I can see that he has a special kind of respect for them. I guess deep down, I want to be included in that group too. I want to be one of them.
Being in recovery, I look at this experience and wonder: Is this God's way of telling me that I shouldn't be riding motorcycles? Or is it some kind of pride/ego/fear test?
If you've fallen before, how or why did you decide to ride again?
Lady rider here ... I'm wondering your thoughts about riding after a fall?
My fiance has been riding for over 20 years. I've ridden with him as a passenger for 2 years. He bought me a (somewhat beat-up) 1985 Honda Rebel 250 to learn with.
I took the beginners motorcycle safety course. I got to ride a Rebel 250 in that class and did very well. I got my motorcycle endorsement before taking the bike out for the first time.
It was nerve-wracking! The brake light didn't work, the speedometer didn't work, the handlebars were crooked, the clutch was really hard to squeeze, and the front fork seals were blown, so the suspension felt weird. The bike didn't handle anything like the Rebel 250 that I used in the class.
He rode in front of me on his Harley so I could follow. Our first outings were in neighborhoods. Eventually I felt confident enough to go out on a country road with no traffic.
Going around a curve (speed limit 55mph, curve warning sign suggested 35mph for the curve), I entered the curve too fast and ran off the road. I don't know how fast I entered the curve since the speedometer was broken.
Miraculously, I landed in soft grass and didn't get seriously hurt. I credit the grace of God for that.
It's now 3 months after the accident and I'm finally physically well enough to ride again. My knee can bend enough to get the left foot on the peg, and the ankle can move enough to shift.
Emotionally, I feel like I've "lost". I've been beaten by a bike. I used to LOVE riding with him. But now I'm ashamed to ride as a passenger because I see it as an admission of defeat. My ego wants me to try riding by myself again so that I won't feel ashamed, stupid, and incompetent anymore. I'm tired of feeling that way.
But intellectually, I see the risk and realize that I could easily be maimed or killed if I fall again. We want to have kids someday, so I need my body to work. (Pregnancy & caring for a baby would be difficult if I'm missing a leg or an arm ...)
But the pride & ego keep coming back. I've seen my fiance talk with lady riders before. I can see that he has a special kind of respect for them. I guess deep down, I want to be included in that group too. I want to be one of them.
Being in recovery, I look at this experience and wonder: Is this God's way of telling me that I shouldn't be riding motorcycles? Or is it some kind of pride/ego/fear test?
If you've fallen before, how or why did you decide to ride again?
