Drug Addiction Stories & Info

Another day, another round of doctors. I had 5 I was going to see that day. Dr. M at 9:00, back pain from slipping on the ice (or so I would tell him). I was good at faking the injuries. When I first started, I was so nervous and so afraid I’d get caught but now that I know I can have a ready supply, it’s easy. No problem with Dr. M. “No, Doctor I don’t have any questions, and yes, if I’m still in pain after a week, I’ll call”. Uh huh, you betcha I will. On to Dr. J’s office. Um, Neck pain, maybe a pinched nerve. I played that one off really well too and got my second prescription for Oxycontin for the day. My next appointment was across the river at Dr. R’s office. This guy turned out to be a gold mine! He was really loose with the pain pills and told me just to call when I needed more and he’d refill the prescription.

I hit a snag with the next appointment, Dr. W’s office. Seems I had gone to that one too often and he was starting to notice. He said he’d give me one more prescription but if I still was having trouble after that then I’d need to go to pain management and physical therapy. Dr. number 5 flat out said no. He recommended …blah, blah, yadda, yadda. Yeah, ok doc, thanks. I went to 4 different pharmacies to fill the prescriptions and held onto one of them. I went home with my treasure and called my friend Sheila to tell her I struck gold. She said she’d be right over. While I waited, I went through the stack of unpaid last notice bills and notes from the kid’s school. I figured I’d get to them sooner or later but now it was time to enjoy my score.

It was Sheila who taught me that you can chew the Oxy for even more of a buzz, or you can crush it and snort it or mix it with water and inject it. Jeez, the house was a pit. I don’t know when the last time I cleaned it was. When the knock came at the door, I figured it was Sheila. It wasn’t. It was Child Protective Services. They got a call from the school. They wanted to see the kids and the house. What the hell? Don’t these people call ahead?  When the kids came out, I’d really wished I’d had cleaned them up. Of course, the CPS people weren’t happy with the condition of my house either but said that the kids were fed and gave me a week to get the house clean. As they were leaving, in walked Sheila. “What did they want”? She asked me. “Nothing” was my reply. On to partying!