Over Time, My Addiction Continued To Progress
I visited doctors regularly, and completed two years of ongoing physical therapy, but I was still in a lot of pain. So, the doctors took me off Hydrocodone and put me on Oxycodone. In case you don’t know about Oxy, it is some really powerful stuff. I was out of it all the time. But, I loved the way it made me feel and it greatly lessened my pain.
Before long, my addiction was out of control. I was taking twice the amount I was prescribed. I would go to my doctor for more, but she knew I was abusing my medication and wouldn’t give it to me. So, I went doctor shopping. I visited multiple doctors so I could get as many prescriptions as I needed to get me through a month. But, as the opioid epidemic began to sweep the United States, regulations changed and it became very difficult to get painkillers through doctors. They were on to me and they knew I was addicted. They started restricting how much Oxy they would give me.
So, I started buying my Oxycodone on the street. But, the stuff was like $10 a pill. By this time, I was on disability and living with my mother. I had long since dropped out of school and I had a part-time job as a file clerk. My addiction had taken over and I was spending all my money on pills. I was lying to my family and hiding how bad the addiction had gotten. I was even hiding it from myself. I wasn’t in touch with how bad things had progressed.