DOSE:

Oxycodone

BODY WEIGHT:

165 lb

I have been experimenting with all sorts of drugs since I was 12 years old. I am no stranger to any of the drug categories. Also, being that my mother is an RN at our local hospital, on top of having a family which always seems to be in the middle of a health crisis, acquiring whatever drugs I wanted wasn’t really all that difficult.

However, there was one drug that I was not prepared for at such a young age. My first time experimenting with opiates was when I was 14. I took 3 generic hydrocodone and instantly fell in love. From there on out, whatever painkillers I could find I would take. Around 15 or 16 a friend told me that his father had broken his back and prescribed a small greenish pill that was strictly meant for serious pain. His father was slightly against consuming pharmaceuticals so by the end of his recovery he had multiple bottles half full. My friend and I conspired to steal a couple and see what all the fuss was about. At this time in my life I glorified snorting, railing, insufflating, whatever you would like to call it. So, being the naive teenager I was, I licked the coating off, a tip I found online, and broke up this small little pill. I took it down and so did my friend.

Within 15 minutes the intense euphoria that I was feeling was unmatched by any other pill I had ever taken. From that day on, I unknowingly plunged myself into the worst years of my life. The ages of 17-19 were a blur. Constant OC use along with an intense tolerance had made me attempt to find a better feeling. I tried Heroin numerous times, but surprisingly liked OC more because it wasn’t as gritty as street Heroin. By the end of my high school career my grades had dropped from a 4.0 freshman and sophomore year, to a 2.3 when I somehow managed to graduate. Once again I somehow managed a miracle. I was accepted into my state’s Central University. I was so excited for a place where I wouldn’t have access to this destructive drug. I was wrong. I had gone 3 weeks without anything. The first week, I thought about going to the hospital almost everyday because of the intense chest pains. I would lock myself in my room and just sweat and shake. I wouldn’t let anyone see me like this. I knew I should be in some type of rehab clinic but didn’t want to subject myself to that. Finally, by the third week I was feeling ok. I still had intolerable cravings and still locked myself in my room from time to time. But, I was living and didn’t need OC.

The kid that lived next to my apartment was over one day to smoke some weed, something I hadn’t been able to actually enjoy since I had taken OC the first time. He mentioned to me that his back hurt and that he needed to go home to take some medicine. At first, I thought nothing of it, but then I looked in his eyes. I saw his pinpoint pupils, clammy hands and face, and extensive itching. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before. My curiosity got the best of me and I asked what he was going to take. He said that he had broken his back last year falling off of his roof and had been prescribed 80mg OC. I almost cried two different kinds of tears. Tears of joy and disgust. I knew I would fall back in my hole as soon as he said it. Reluctantly I made a deal for just one pill. From there it started again. I wasn’t paying attention to school like I had been trying so hard to do. All of my money had been completely drained and given to this kid within a month's span. I was helpless once again.

A month ago from today I was crazy. I had railed two 80 OC’s in one hour and popped another one. 240mg of OC in an hour span is not good. The next thing I knew, I woke up in the campus hospital. I was told that I had overdosed and would have died if it not been for my roommate waking up in the middle of the night to get something to drink.

I haven’t done OC since that day. I was given Suboxone to help with the cravings but hated its dirty feeling so much that I threw them away in disgust. I finally am okay without them. I am enjoying my life at regular pace and can think clearly for the first time since I was 17. I went home one weekend and told my mom everything. I am very close to her and somehow pulled the sheet over her eyes for years. I cried in her arms for hours and she told me how proud she was of me, and how disappointed she was I hadn’t come to her earlier. I will never touch them again. I hate them. I despise them. I think anyone that wants to try them should read this. If you love life, OC is not the drug for you.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 82390
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 19
Published: Mar 10, 2016	Views: 2,354
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