OxyContin Awareness


Name:Molly Email: Type:Death Story Date:9/18/2002	I came across your site searching for a differant drug to help me with my chronic pain, when I came across the memorial page for overdoses. My girlfriend of 6 years was having difficulties and decided to take 4 of my 40mg's & 4 of these Elavil 60mg's washed down with 2 hot buttered rums. I too came into a bedroom with a dead partner, but of course too late and not knowing anything until the toxilcology report came back with the results. I'm not asking for a memorial for her, I just wanted people out there to know that there are people like myself that have a Degenerative Disc Disease and take 3 40mg's of Oxycontin a day along with 3 400mg Nueurontins 3xday and 2 4mg Zanaflex also 3xday, along with Trazadone to sleep. And then there are people like our family members, our friends, our co-workers and neighbors that don't realize what an ADDICTIVE terrible drug this is before it's too late. My heart goes out to you and your lose. Unfortunatley I am one of the ones that needs to take it and then sees the hell it creates and causes. Best Wishes Molly

Name:Daniel Email:[email protected] Type:Abuse Story Date:9/17/2002	My story goes back about 6 years to the time I was 16 years old. I was an above-average high school student with what seemed to be a very good future ahead of me. It seemed that way until my first dose of hydrocodone. I soon figured out that I was much lively at school and work, I could sell more at work, and could speak my mind much more freely. This was all beside the fact that I just plain felt great on the drug. When I was 17, I had a car accident that should have killed me and the 3 people in the car with me. After pulling out of a coma and spending a couple of weeks in the ICU and 24 total days in the hospital, I returned home with a bag full of painkillers. After being on morphine for 3 weeks, the painkillers didn't do a lot, but their 'greatness' soon returned. Over the course of the next few years and several friends becoming hooked as I was, painkillers became more and more widely available. Last year, I finally got to the source of my drugs, and was able to get them for MUCH less than I was used to paying. Being 21, living at home, and having a GREAT job, my drug habit was not yet too expensive for me. It didn't take long to change that after the price went down and the availability went WAY up. I soon started picking up 100-400 hydrocodone at a time, and as many as 50- 80mg oxycontins. I had already started taking oxycontin before it became so available to me, however, only about 20-40mg a day. Not long after that, my addiction became worse and worse, and much more expensive. I quit my job and went to just selling drugs to make it. Things were quickly going downhill for me as I was starting to lose friends (one killed himself because of his heroin addiction), my job, and my house when the parents kicked me out. Not but a few close friends knew why I was so quickly changing. I was up to as many as 10- 80mg oxycontin a day, and as many as 32- 10mg hydrocodone PER DOSE. This was all for the sake of 'feeling normal' as opposed to doing it for the productivity and euphoria when I first started... On July 3, 2002, I decided that July 4 was going to be my last day taking pills. So, on the 4th, I took my last 5 oxycontins over the course of about 4 hours, and said goodbye to them. I quit cold turkey after that, and thought I was going to be OK... a week later, the body aches, diarreah, suicidal feelings, and other withdrawal symptoms hadn't subsided at all, so I started taking small doses of painkillers to 'deal with the body aches'. over the next week, my dose quickly increased back to where I was before. I couldn't get away from the drugs for anything. Instead of the suicidal feelings going away, they just got worse... August came and became a terrible month for me. I attempted suicide a couple of times, and even put other people's lives at danger one night after taking 20 valium and going to 'say goodbye' to friends--across town... I dont remember much of that night, but I found myself asleep in my driveway the next morning, hating that I ever awakened. My situation kept getting worse and worse as I lost more and more friends, spent more and more money, and kept hurting myself. I hit my personal 'rock bottom' on the night of August 19/morning of August 20. When visiting a friend that had no clue of what was going on with me (she had been out of town for a year or so), I asked if she could get any OC, and it all came down. She and another friend began to 'preach' at me how i needed to find help and go to rehab... At first, I ignored it, but something finally clicked in me and opened my eyes to what all was going on around me and how I was destroying anything good in my life with my addiction. That same night, I went to see my sister and ended up telling her about everything. She had no idea of how bad I had gotten. I left there to get one last fix and go see one more friend before committing to getting help. I picked up 6 OC's and proceded to take them all within a 2 hour period, after taking 9 previously that day. (15 a day wasnt out of the ordinary for me. at $20 per 80mg pill, I was spending $300 a day on OC alone, for myself. That's before buying what I needed to sell to keep up with my addiction. Some days I spent $1500 on pills combined). I soon found out that 480mg of oxycontin didnt do a body good. Somehow, my sister's husband tracked down where I was and came and got me early that morning, and since we had talked about putting me in rehab, he took me to a rehab center. They would not take me in the condition that I was in, so I was taken to a hospital for detox. The hospital would not admit me for less than $2500, since I had no job or insurance. My last option was to be watched for the duration of my recovery. That was a Tuesday morning. Friday rolled around and I finally found a rehab center that would take me. I checked in and spent 6 hours before getting tired of being told how likely (due to my age, addiction level, drug of choice, etc) I was to relapse. I left and decided I needed help elsewhere. I have yet to return to any sort of facility, and have led a clean life for 4 weeks now. I finally realized how much I had to lose because of my problem. I found out that I can live a good life without drugs. I found hope, although it wasn't easy. I have since found out that there are rapid-detox facilities and other medications that can help even the worst addicts break their addictions. I'm about to move away from this area and attempt to start a new life. I thank God every hour of the day that He didn't let me kill myself. I have found so much to live for now. I don't have all of the answers or any magic way of stopping, but if you or someone you know needs someone to talk to that's been through a drug addiction, feel free to email me.

Name:Linda Rodgers Email:[email protected] Type:Death Story Date:9/17/2002	My neice just buried her 22 yr. old son yesterday from an overdose of oxycontin, xanax, and alcohol. Just to see what pain that mother was in and such grief sickened me. It's too late for him but I thought as I looked around at all the young people who came to his funeral...if only just one would learn a lesson today, then his life would not be in vain.

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