Scientists in Brazil are developing the first vaccine that could help break cocaine addiction::The vaccine is designed to help produce anti-cocaine antibodies in the body of a person who is chemically dependent on the substance.
Scientists in Brazil are developing the first vaccine that could help break cocaine addiction::The vaccine is designed to help produce anti-cocaine antibodies in the body of a person who is chemically dependent on the substance.
I’ve been doing that for a decade now at least. (Taking a pill that is).
You have to want to be sober though. I could get a slight buzz from opiates these days if I tried hard enough. It might make me sick, but if it don’t it would only last for about 15 minutes and then I’d have a headache all day after spending 300 bucks to get there.
I’d say fentanyl has made that a little more complicated. It wasn’t easy to acquire when I quit. I only ever heard of the patches.
I’m proud of you! I’ve known too many people that succumbed to opiates (two cousins on opposite sides of the family, three former roommates at different times, a girlfriend, her friend. “Luckily” only one of them died (permanently, my cousin apparently died but they were able to bring him back).
I fucked around with opiates a lot in college (due to the aforementioned people I lived with and knew) but luckily never got into long term addiction, my body is apparently odd and withdrawal symptoms would kick in the next day if I did more than about 22 mg or so of oxycodone (sounds like an odd number, but it’s about 3/4 of a 30 mg Roxicet), anything less than that and I was fine. I woke up feeling like absolute ass one day and asked my gf (more like an unofficial girlfriend, good friends and fuck buddies) if she had some I could take to test a theory (that I was going through withdrawal), she said she would give me like 5 mg. I snorted that and the shittiness was gone immediately. I immediately was like “well this isn’t good…” but at least I knew what opiate withdrawal felt like… and it’s absolutely fucking miserable. I dealt with it for like a day or so, I can’t imagine being like that for days or weeks on end, after that experience it’s completely obvious why people relapse. I hadnt touched them in about a decade until I had hernia surgery and luckily this isn’t going the way you think it is. I knew my limits (about 12-15 mg to get that nice, warm, buzz and itchy goodness) so I popped three percs… And then felt like shit and puked my guts up, which is exactly what I wanted to do after having a doctor make a 4 inch incision in my lower abdomen. I ended up taking one or two if I really needed it, but it turned out most of the pain was caused by the bandage, and not the surgery itself! Last month I had a nasty case of bronchitis, cough medicine wouldn’t do shit. My mom found percs my dad had from surgery years ago so I started taking them for the cough, which worked wonders. I also enjoyed the high, but once they were gone, I had no urge to do more, which was wonderful.
Just like you said, you have to want to get help otherwise it’s futile. It’s the same with mental health. If you’re being forced into it, you’re not going to put your “all” into it.
I’m assuming you were doing pills because $300 on heroin is a lot of dope. We could get a bundle for like $50-75. 30 mg Roxys were like $25 a pill though.
Yeah pills were the primary thing I did really. Heroin wasn’t common in my area until around the end of my addiction so it was something I did for a very short time.
I’m a broken person, really. I’m 38 but I’m still a child. If a road presents itself to me and I’m interested, I’ll take it, but I don’t go out actively looking because my anxiety prevents me from taking control. I would have never been able to get sober without the right circumstances.
I took suboxone off the street for several years. I’d find someone and pay for their treatment for half of what they were prescribed.
When my ex and I split she ended up being committed by her family and they took my daughter. She never used drugs, but she had severe mental problems. We ended up in court together fighting to get her back from them. It was crazy how easy it was for them to take her. At that point they had no idea about my issues with drugs because I had managed to maintain my life well enough to hide it. They went to the police and told them I had held my family hostage with a knife. It never happened so of course they had no evidence. Didn’t matter. A protective order was issued and I was unable to go anywhere near my daughter.
While we were in court they tricked her into signing a paper granting them permission to see her medical records. She figured it would just be silly shit like, “had this illness on this day, was hospitalized for a bacterial infection.” Just something to prove she had no substance abuse issues. I signed too because I hadn’t even been to the doctor since I was a kid.
Well, they got her therapy records. They were able to see all of it. The lies, the truth. It didn’t matter. Because they were therapy records they were treated as gospel. She had told her therapist about my drug problems, her use of psychedelics in the past, and that I had pretty much kept her prisoner for over a decade and regularly beat and abused her. She was diagnosed with BPD, so I wasn’t surprised by the exaggerations, but I was surprised that they took it seriously in court. I knew she had told everyone I was a monster. She had been running a smear campaign since the day I caught her cheating. She didn’t want people to think she did anything wrong. Whatever, I don’t hate her for it. Her life, her story. It’s whatever.
Because she told her therapist that I was a drug user they tested me. The judge asked me if I was going to fail. I told her that I’d been using suboxone to stay clean for years, just not legally, but if she would get me into a program I would take it seriously and do things legally.
The judge got me into the program and I’ve been there since. I’ve never failed a drug test and I’m not required to do therapy or groups any more.
As hard as all that was, I’m thankful for it.
Unfortunately my ex passed away from breast cancer last year. I was worried her family would try to take our daughter, but they know that I fully complied with the judge and did everything she asked me to do, so they haven’t.
She goes and stays with her step dad still. My ex got really lucky finding him. He’s a wonderful dude who loves my daughter almost as much as I do.
Sorry for the book. :p
Thank you for your comment. I hope you’re having a good week.
Damn man, I feel for you. I just turned 38, and I know the custody struggles. My brother got involved with this girl 8 years younger than him about ten years ago and they dated on and off, always had issues. They willingly had a kid, and then once she was born all hell broke loose and the mother “became” crazy (she was always crazy but hid it well, idk exactly what her issues are, but she’s an only child and she lives with her mom in their trailer even though she’s like 32 and dropped out of high school apparently because people made fun of her voice a lot, it’s kinda high pitched and nasally). She became extremely possessive of her daughter, saying things like “this is my baby!” to my brother, not letting him do things with her while she wasn’t around , and a whole bunch of other shit. My brother isn’t an alcoholic but he does like to drink, he’s had 2 DUIs in the past, and she used that against him constantly. My brother said something he didn’t mean which she considered a threat against life (he was frustrated and said “I’m wanna fucking kill you right now” or something like that, that’s the way he expresses his frustration and has to her in the past I guess). The cops came, found his little bit of weed, 5 registered guns… and an antique pistol that wasn’t registered, which is a felony. He spent 3 days in jail for that shit. After that it was “mother’s rights” so she got to keep the kid in her trailer, instead of my brother’s 1 story house. He had to have surprised visitation for like 2 years, along with probation for like a year. During all of this she even concocted false stories about him and about my mother (the sweetest, most caring person in the world that was a respected special education teacher for 35 years). Long story slightly shorter: they went to court, my mom and brother won, which meant shared custody and he could take her wherever he wanted to without the mother’s permission.
I’m sorry to hear that your daughter lost her mom, but depending on how young she is, and I hate to say this, but it may have been for the better if she had BPD (I’m assuming you mean Borderline, and no BiPolar), because that’s some shit to deal with. My ex had BPD tendencies (fit most of them, except for being promiscuous) and she was friends with my nieces mom, which we always thought was odd since they lived about 2 hours apart, but they were around the same age and talked on Facebook a lot. My ex never hid it, it came out right after we started dating. Luckily I never knocked her up! If I’m reading this correctly you have full custody of her which is awesome, and it’s always great to have another parental figure around.
I end up writing books as well, I get too deep into something, and when I’m done, I’ll look up and be like “I just wrote 5 paragraphs they’re never gonna read this” but most of the time they actually do!
It sounds like you’ve had a hell of a life up until now, but things are finally starting too look up for you, keep your chin up, you got this 😉
I moved down to Miami 2 weeks ago, so things are going pretty good for me at the moment, I just gotta find a job, and tackle this life long insomnia. I just took 20 mg of Ambien and I’m still awake WTF… Usually 15 mg knocks me out whether I want it to or not.
Stay safe buddy, here’s to good things for us 🍻