My Opioid War Story
Something is wrong… something is damn wrong… fix it now
If you have been addicted to any opioid then you are well aware that quitting an opioid is much more difficult than anyone else knows. They refer to the time they quit smoking, or they time they stopped drinking soda and think that quitting opioids is some decision that you can just make and do it.
I would never wish the pain of withdrawal on any of my friends, but I can’t deny there have been times I wish that they could experience the feeling of being without opioids for just one hour and then let them tell me how easy it will be.
We have suffered through the many sleepless nights where our our body spasms unexpectedly like some sort of a seizure. Some people say their arm twitches, some people experience severe restless legs but everyone experiences some soft of visible twitching body movement where your brain is telling your body that something is wrong, something is damn wrong, fix it now! We are the ones that can share war stories about quitting opioids and the withdrawal that kept is in the bed (or hospital) for a week, and we’d watch the clock for what felt like eternity. The opioid withdrawal made minutes feel like hours, and hours like days.
The worst withdrawal symptoms for me:
- Pain – full body pain
- Severe Anxiety and Restlessness
- Nausea and Vomiting, Gut wrenching feeling
- Cold and Hot spells
- Inability to sleep
- More pain and leg kicking
- GI Joe Squirts (late stages of withdrawal)
- Runny Nose (early stages of withdrawal)
What physical thing do you remember while suffering through opioid withdrawal?
My opioid withdrawal happened several years ago and other than the feelings that I felt there is one thing I have a very detailed image of in my mind. The clock that was hanging near the bed I was laying in as I suffered through opioid withdrawal. I can remember every detail about the clock on the wall as I suffer through days of opioid withdrawal. The big round clock made of plastic and colored like aged brass. It had a tan background and roman numerals and the hour hand had a strange pointer almost like the devils pitchfork.
I have visions of that clock burned into my mind at various time through out the day and when the hour hand had moved from four to six I recall wondering if I was going to make it and if the opioid withdrawal would ever end. The pain did end, and going through the pain was worth it, but the pain never ends for an addict in my mind. There is a different pain once you are sober called boredom but that is for another day.
So let me know about your war story.