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Even though I had taken 2 Oxycontin pills when I left the pharmacy, I took 2 more when I got home. It felt so good, and so right. I began to act like Oxy was going to disappear from the earth. I started taking 4 pills at a time, thinking I wouldn’t be able to get more when the prescription had run out. Then, I figured out they lasted longer if I chewed them instead of swallowing them. Well, they did for a while anyway.

My boyfriend, Jake and I started arguing a lot more because he didn’t like me taking the Oxycontin. The more we argued, the more Oxy I took. The more Oxy I took, the more we argued. It became a vicious cycle. One day, after I got home from yet another doctor and getting more OxyContin, my boyfriend took the pill bottle. I was so mad, and tried to take the bottle away from him, but he wouldn’t let go. I kicked him in the leg and told him to give me my damn medicine. “Medicine”, he scoffed. “Your drug of choice is more like it.” Well, I got rid of him. I threw him out.

There was a guy that I would always see at the drug store when I went to get my prescriptions, and he liked OxyContin too. We started seeing each other. He knew other ways of getting Oxy, but knew a lot of doctors that would hand them out easily too. It’s funny that I had gotten so into Oxy after I really thought I had it under control. Mark (my new boyfriend) showed me how to snort the crushed pills too.

I saw Jake, my former boyfriend one day while shopping. He hugged me, but then shook his head. Behind me was a mirror, and he turned me around to face the mirror. “Who ARE you?” he said softly. I was shocked at what I saw. Was this me? I had dark circles under my eyes, my complexion was terrible…I looked ragged. I forced a slight chuckle and made an excuse to get out of there.

At home, I told Mark what happened. He laughed, handed me a couple of Oxy and said, “Here, this will help.” It did, of course, for a while. I just couldn’t get that image I saw in the mirror out of my head. I called Jake that night and asked him to help me. That is how I ended up here, in rehab and recalling my story. Yep, I thought I had it under control.

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You know, looking back, it’s obvious that OxyContin changes the way a person thinks. In fact, it changes a lot about a person. I didn’t really know anything about Oxy until my boyfriend hurt himself at work and got a prescription for it. I noticed that it really helped to ease his pain… or maybe it didn’t and it just made him not care about the pain. Then I started to notice how relaxed and easy going he was after he took a pill. Out of curiosity, I took one, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Jake (my boyfriend) eventually recovered. He didn’t even finish his prescription for Oxy, so I finished it for him. No need for that money to go to waste, right? I even convinced him to get more from the doctor in case his back started hurting again. He put it in the medicine cabinet and forgot about it. But, I didn’t forget. I knew it was there and it made me very happy. I reasoned that I couldn’t be an addict since I only took 2 or 3 pills a day.

I would be high when Jake came home from work, and at first he thought it was funny. He stopped laughing pretty quickly though, when I asked him to go and get more OxyContin. He called me a “druggie” and pretty much blew it off until I kept bugging him to get more. He told me no. Actually, he told me “Hell no!” I figured I’d have to quit since he wouldn’t get any more, so I tried to just live without it. I thought about Oxy a lot, but was getting along without it. I really thought I had it under control.

A short time later, I had to go to the doctor to talk to him about allergy symptoms I was having. I don’t know what made me do it, but while I was there, I blurted out; “I fell down some steps and hurt my leg.” He couldn’t see anything wrong with it, (of course not… there WAS nothing wrong with it) but he gave me some OxyContin for the pain. I rushed… no, I broke land speed records getting to the pharmacy to fill that prescription. I didn’t even wait to get home to take 2 of the pills. I took them as soon as I got into my car.

OxyContin Addiction Story Continues… part 2

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People from every walk of life have become drug addicts. The people that know and love them see a complete change in behavior, and even morals. In fact, in some cases, those who have become addicts completely lose their sense of right and wrong. They become strangers to the people closest to them. This is the story of one of them.

Sandy had dreamed of being a Mother since she was a little child. She had to wait a long time for that dream to come true. Infertility issues prevented her from having a child until she was 29 years old. A baby wasn’t the only thing that would come into her life, however. The last thing she would have anticipated is becoming a drug addict.

She began to get headaches that prompted her to see a doctor. He gave her some Oxycontin for the pain. That first pill, that first wonderful pill would lead to her destruction. She felt euphoric and oddly at ease. Dealing with the baby was much easier at first. In fact, it helped her so much that she went back to refills to help her headaches (and her anxiety). The beginning of drug addiction was at hand. When the doctor refused a second refill, the darker side emerged.

Realizing that buying the drug illegally would be her only option, she began spending every penny she had on her addiction. At first it was the utility money, then the rent money, then the baby’s formula money. Since her preoccupation was obtaining drugs, her care of the baby faltered. Soon she was leaving him alone in order to go out and find her fix. This beautiful baby that she had dreamt of had become more of a nuisance. Feeding her drug addiction was more important.

When she ran out of her own money, she began to steal from family and friends. It didn’t take them long to realize she was a drug addict. They also realized that she was coming over alone many times, without the baby. When she did have the baby, she would leave him there, sometimes for as long as a few days. This went on for months until Family Services were called. Her drug addiction lead to her having Michael taken away from her. The baby she had wanted so badly and waited so long for was taken out of her home. All because of drug addiction, her dreams were shattered again. The loving Mother had become an addict, so instead of fighting to have a child, she was forced to fight to regain her child. It would be the fight of her life.