Percocet dose

98 days ago I had a STEMI in critical care as I was working (I posted about it then). Well today, I was attacked by wasps.
The story is absolutely hilarious. Basically I have a ridiculous dance to the song ‘Cotton eye Joe’ and my kids wanted to capture it on camera while I was grilling. So they turned the song on over the camera speakers and I went stomping away. Suddenly wasps flew up my shorts and attacked. So I used my epi pen (didn’t even know I was allergic until 5 years ago).
The physician who took care of me was always one of my favorites and he let me drive my care a little bit. The nurse who took care of me was brand new but I precepted her preceptor which was pretty cool. Both were very professional. The techs on the floor were great as well.
Full disclosure, I’m a huge HIPAA advocate but word got around that I was there as a patient (I didn’t make myself a privacy patient so it wasn’t hard to figure it out). I saw old friends that I typically only see when I’m transporting a high risk patient. So we were able to catch up a bit. Everybody was largely professional and took great care of me.
1 0.3mg epi pen, 50mg of Benadryl IV, 125mg soul-medrol, and a baby dose of epi IV. I’m already on norco and percocet due to military injuries so I’m largely covered with ice, a prescription for prednisone, and my home meds.
So thankful.

DO NOT DO WHAT I DID (except for the last one ig you do you)
So in this order I took 22.5mg percocet, 60mg baclofen, and 100mg lyrica at 7pm. I took 2mg Xanax at 8:34pm because I was having a MASSIVE panic attack probably from Lyrica withdrawal, I’m tapering off and it sucks immensely even going down by the lowest increment. I was also clammy, feverish, of course anxious, and generally just feeling unwell so I took 1200mg of gabapentin to see if that would help offset withdrawal symptoms as per the guidance of my neurologist (and it did!). I took a few sips of strawberry soju (so about a shot & a half). I took an extra dose of my pain meds (22.5mg) cause my nerve pain was KILLING me, probably from the insane amount of anxiety and stress, and no alcohol isn’t a trigger for my pain if anyone asks. And then I made a pina colada with 2 shots of pineapple Malibu.
Now I have a complicated relationship with my parents (so much emotional neglect in childhood but since my nerve injury we’ve been a lot closer). I also get super huggy/needy when I’m under the influence. And also I’ve had a lot of trauma come up because my car is undriveable now, so I have to get a ride everywhere so of course now it’s back to how I was as a teen and child despite being 21 but my trauma brain doesn’t understand that so I felt like a kid who wanted his mommy and daddy again. So I fell asleep between them around 1am and they were chill with that.
I got a solid 6 hours of sleep, woke up at 6:55am, and feel GREAT. A decent bit tired so I might take a nap later, but I feel rested. Even though it’s not super well rested, I’ve rarely had this feeling (like I can count on my hands the amount). But I do know if fall asleep again now I’ll stay asleep until 5pm so I ain’t gonna do that. I must have had a lot of deep sleep and suppressed my REM sleep from all the shit I took (I have suspected narcolepsy type 2 or idiopathic hypersomnia PLUS the insomnia). Basically I can’t sleep but once I fall asleep I’m impossible to wake up for 10-14 hours and I’m trapped in my dreams, sleep hallucinations, and sleep paralysis for most of that time. I’m in the process of getting a redo on my PSG and hopefully adding on a MSLT cause that’s the test I really need. But anyway yeah that was last nights experience and I’m not gonna repeat it but I need to find a safe way to get the same result cause that was fantastic.

This post might be all over the place so I'm sorry in advance.
I'm not diagnosed with any disorders that normally cause psychosis, just adhd, anxiety, situational depression, and I have some ocd symptoms most likely caused by anxiety. 6 years ago though, I had some sort of psychotic break or something. Delusions, hallucinations, and just altogether completely out of touch with reality for 1-3 months. (I'm still not sure how long) All of the MHPs I've asked about it just say it was probably caused by stress. I had another very short episode caused by sleep deprivation, stress, and ambien a few years ago. Ever since it happened the first time, I'm always terrified it will happen again.
I've been under a ton of stress lately. Broke up with my ex of 5 years, (also my daughters dad) I'm starting my first job in years soon, moving out on NY own again soon, and the guy I've been talking to broke things off. This guy also happened to be my first love and I assumed I'd be crushed if he ended things, but I haven't been sad whatsoever. I thought I was indenial, but I think I may actually be starting to have delusions about it. I'm not completely delusional, because I can somewhat realize that some of the things I'm thinking aren't rational, but it's gotten worse today. I'm also seeing meaning in songs, shows, etc. My mind is racing, feeling like my thoughts are screaming and silent at the same time, I'm extremely hypervigilent, slightly paranoid, I can't even look in a mirror without getting scared, and i just feel very "elated" and out of it. I don't think I've been hallucinating.
I don't regularly use drugs. I'm prescribed Vyvanse and have taken it as prescribed for the past few days. (Hadn't taken it for a while before) I've been drinking pretty regularly, but haven't drank since Sunday, and I very occasionally have been taking prescription doses of percocet for pain. I live with my ex and daughter, but have been home alone since yesterday and I'm terrified ill be completely out of my mind when they come home on Sunday. I do see a therapist once a month, but since it's the weekend, I can't call anywhere besides a crisis line. I took a 50mg seroquel that I happened to have because I'm completely terrified.
Could this just be extreme anxiety showing in a weird way??? If this is actually the beginning of some sort of psychotic episode, what should I do while I'm still mostly coherent?

I’ve been taking Percocet 10MG for about 3-4 years now. Within the last year I was taking 4 pills a day. Now I’m trying to stop completely because it’s ruined my life but I’m scared of withdrawals. I read online to taper off, and that’s what I’ve been doing, I’ve been only taking 1 to just half pill a day for about a month now. This week I went a full day without it. I’m currently sick like flu symptoms, not sure if it’s withdrawals from cutting down?can you experience withdrawals lowering your dose to eventually stop

My pain management doctor lets me choose between #180 Vicodin 10/325 or #120 Percocet 10/325 per month. It’s nice having the option to treat the pain six times a day with Vicodin, but of course, the Percocet is more potent, but only four doses a day.
I’m also prescribed 800 mg of Neurontin, 1000 mg of Robaxin, and Celebrex. I take all of them daily.

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A lil about me: I have a family history of schizophrenia with two people in my family being diagnosed. I think that's why psychedelics hit me like a train. I know I'm one of the folks they say shouldn't tripping but I've already done it and I am not stopping anytime soon. I'm quite the spiritual hippie type. I live for the esoteric, bizarre, and werid side of tripping. I'm also quite experienced with psychedelics and drugs in general having tried alcohol, cigarettes, vapes, kava, Kratom, weed, oxycodone, hydrocodone, percocet, Hospital Morphine, Adderall, Ritalin, Vyvanse, Conserta, Nitrous, Acid, Shrooms, n-BOMEs, Synthetic shrooms, random Acid non n-BOME RCs, Hydroxyzine (only snorted while drunk), Phenibut, Promethazine w/o codeine, blue lotus, and a bunch of random herbs and nootropics.
A little context to story, I had got some liquid Acid dropped on Bottle Caps Candy from a family member we'll call R. R had called me up informing me he had liquid LSD and to bring a chalky candy when I came to pick it up. He dosed the candy in another room when I picked them up. When he brought them back there was a thick layer of liquid struggling to absorb into each hit so we smooshed another piece on top of each one, 3 tabs altogether. He told me each one was an equivalent of 2 to 3 hits of high quality LSD. I also hadn't tripped in 6 months at this point but that's a story for another sub. Though the reason why didn't have much to do with tripping itself nor anything fun like psychosis.
A couple days later I found myself with my bills caught up, a slow night on Doordash so no work, extra money, weed, some cigarettes, and my roommate was out visiting Family. I had showered and ate some Chinese before taking a short nap. When I woke up it was around 9pm, obviously already dark outside. I was in a good mood, had nothing to do, and didn't want to go back to sleep so I slapped an LSD bottle cap on my tongue and went for a walk.
One of the pieces dissolved really quickly, like less than a minute quick, while the other piece took atleast 15 to 20 minutes fully dissolve. I was slightly nervous about tripping the days prior and was even a lil scared before placing it on my tongue; but, that fear was completely annihilated when 5 to 7 minutes in I felt this electric tingle that started in the back of my head go down my spine. I started smiling, feeling super happy, and chilled out when the tingle reached the base of my spine. I thought to myself, "Wow, I can't believe I was scared to trip again, I feel amazing right now!!" I lit a cigarette and enjoyed my walk for awhile until I started coming to the end of a col-de-sac, the street I was on was on a downward slope I think this affected things but the end of the col-de-sac and the houses started stretching super tall and became super thin kind of like a fun house mirror. I was completely mesmerized by it till I was interrupted by this electric beeping that made my skeleton nearly jump out of my skin. I had looked over and saw this gray box with 2 pink lights on it sticking out of the ground and assumed that's where the beeping came from. I then straight sprinted home cause I wasn't sure if it was hallucination or not. I did go back a few days later and couldn't find the box.
After opening my front door the night is hard to remember linearly but I will try my best. I don't have the texts anymore from this night since I got a new phone. Once I got back home, I had to use the bathroom so I went did my business but while washing my hands I looked in the mirror and noticed my pupils are starting to look a lot like bowling balls. It was then, I noticed the reflection of the SpongeBob, Sandy, and Patrick on ketamine meme my roommate printed out and pinned on the wall. Their eyes were dilating more than normal and they were all swaying back and forth. I texted R to tell him I finally tried the acid and it's strong. It's roughly 10:40p.m. by this point, even though it had been 1 hour 40 minutes since dropping it had only felt like 30 or 40 minutes ago at the most. I was about to sit down and do a dab but I got a almost telepathic sense I was about to throw up rather than a physical feeling I was about to. After throwing up I texted R freaking out questioning if it was acid since it's not supposed to make you nauseous. He just told me "too much too fast" "calm down put your phone down and be safe". I didn't put my phone down.
I started finally doing some dabs after 2 or 3 big rips I looked over and saw 2 shadow people. One was a little girl with blonde hair, a yellow sun dress, no face, instead was an empty void. It was as if her head was an empty shell and her face was the hole. The other one was a middle aged man with short blackish gray balding hair dressed in overalls, no shirt, work boots, also no face. The second shadow person looked a lot like one of my deceased uncles. They didn't feel menacing or demonic nor even holy as one would expect an encounter of this type. I got up and walked to my kitchen probably to get water but I got distracted by a third shadow person who was a woman but I didn't get too good of a look before being distracted by my thoughts. I started stretching and thinking to myself, "well atleast the dark isn't so scary anymore compared to being schizophrenic" at the time it did feel very profound aswell as I am now genuinely less scared of the dark. There's also cardboard cut outs of the Elysian Full Haze and Full Contact IPA cans hung up in my kitchen. People were walking in and out of the giant head on the Full Haze poster, I thought they were sacrificing themselves to the massive head. Thought the dude on the Full Contact poster was holding my brain aswell.
I remember it was around this time the body load and vasoconstriction was getting so intense that my arms and legs felt lankier than normal and my jaw felt like it was wired shut. I drank some water and brought a glass back to my room. When I came back the ocean thunderstorm tapestry above bed had the clouds and ocean actually moving with the lightning striking. I have string lights behind that tapestry that wrap around to the conjoining wall. The string lights looked like technicolor rainbow stars forming beautiful constellations. Normally, they are only blue, yellow, green, red and twinkle but during the trip some were changing colors to pink, purple, violet, orange, and more colors that don't exist. While the tapestry was animated, it had no sound. There's a framed painting of a deer in a forest during the sunrise on the same wall. The light in the painting was actually coming through the painting as if it was a window with sunlight shining through. The deer even had his head down grazing when normally he has his head turned towards the viewer of the painting. I layed down and decided to throw on some music. I couldn't decide on a song, I hit skip on Spotify at least 30 times before settling on Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb, cliche I know, but they're one of my favorite bands and usually seem to find me when things start getting intense on psychedelics. I couldn't actually read anymore so I only knew it was Comfortably Numb by the hook and album art.
As I layed in bed I started stretching out and looking around the room. I finally started to relax a lil and calm down from thinking these were possibly nBOMes. I started to really lose myself in the trip. The slight movement of my air mattress made feel like I was floating on the ocean sea, which gave way to a euphoric sense of oneness and that I am an ocean of pure consciousness. The string lights above my bed were twinkling and reflecting slightly off the ceiling. The reflections were blending with the moving geometry on the ceiling. Next, I looked up at my Pokémon 20th anniversary poster. It was a bunch of black and white silhouettes of starter Pokémon from the first five or six gens with the ones in the middle being colored and shaped like Pikachu's head. Every silhouette was pulsating and almost bubbling.
At one point, I watched this abstract splatter colored tapestry for what felt like two hours, in reality it was probably only 30 or 40 minutes at the most. There were rotating hexagonal and octagonal pillars shooting out of the tapestry between the pillars it appeared to boil, the bursting bubbles had sparks flying off of them.
I can't remember exactly when this happened in the night so might as well stick it here. While hanging out in my bedroom, I got up to do what else but smoke more dabs. I did multiple in a row where I would do the whole ritual and forgot I had done so and follow it up with another. While sitting there, I light a cigarette to pass time and to just smoke more while conserving a lil on the wax. On my second or third cigarette in a row I started thinking to myself out loud that, "Ya know, Family Guy is right!! Vaping does look pretty fucking goofy. My twin flame out there probably thinks vaping looks goofy as fuck!! And smoking might look cool to some bitches but they give you cancer and shorten your life. It's less money for weed and psychedelics. I think after tonight I'm done smoking forever." I chain smoked a few cigarettes.
I think this is when I started hearing voices in my head. I was hearing random YouTubers, friends, celebrities, family members, and other random voices saying random words over over again. I truly thought I was hearing my sleeping neighbors' thoughts. I genuinely believed I had Telepathy. The only words I could make out vividly; however, was The Trip Keeper saying, "Gassid" over over like it was a soundbyte looping. At the time I took this as a sign to do Nitrous with Acid and that there was something spiritual I needed to see/experience from it. I was right, however this wasn't the night I did that combo as I had no nitrous at the time and it's an equally crazy experience but shorter story. I'm planning on posting that experience soon, also DO NOT huff nitrous it actually KILLS your brain cells.
Thoroughly freaking out again about hearing voices. I start frantically texting R, however I can't remember what for though. I even vividly remember asking R what would happen if I took more phrasing it "will things get more colorful or last longer?" He never responded. Since I couldn't read I was using speech to text to text R. I also had got up to pace through the house. Ordinarly, I would've left to go on another walk but I had convinced myself if that I had left again one of my cats would get out of the house and somehow I'd get arrested. I look up from my phone to notice a swirling florescent neon colored vortex of geomtry in the middle of my living room. The vortex started swirling towards me and started to suck the words out of my mouth. I saw the phrase ,"The only words that make sense are the ones I say out loud" get sucked out of my mouth by the vortex in bubble letters that distorted and mixed with geometry. As the bubble letters got closer to center of the vortex they would distort super cartoonishly, individual patterns and a mix of colors appeared over each letter. The vortex itself had a wigwag shape to it. At the time I thought in my head, "Damn this is what Jerry Garcia probably ment by "Steal your face right off your head"". I actually attempted to draw this out later on. See the drawing here if I can get imgur to work. I don't really remember turning the lights on all through my house but I vividly remember all the lights being off when the vortex stole my words. I don't remember how the vortex incident ended just that next all I know is all the lights are on suddenly and I'm walking out of my bedroom. It's probably 3 or 4am at this point cause I started hearing my neighbor cough and going in and out for cigarettes the rest of the night. I had laid my recliner, the voices had stopped but that was replaced with an intense loud buzzing inside of my head. I had my head on one of armrests, legs hanging off the other armrest, chair reclined, facing the wall. I was watching the logo on my clawhammer wall flag drip like white blood. My cats, of which I had 10 at the time, 5 being kittens still nursing, were running back and forth and playing with each other. Below the wall flag is a table with a wooden CD tower, my cats Cinderella and Oreo had jumped on the table at the same time. Completely in sync and as one fluid motion they stood up, turned to look at me, arched their backs, and sat down. Their coats were flowing and Cinderella had extra golden stripes in her fur. They stared deep into my eyes for a long time and were trying to ask me telepathically if I was doing okay. I more or less alternated between laying on the floor and my recliner for the next couple hours.
Every now and then I'd hear my neighbor out front coughing. I was debating whether or not to go talk him and wait for the sun to come up. Normally, I would've put on a show from myself at various points through the night but I had no internet at the time.
As the sun was starting to really come up and I was starting to really come down, I went outside and talked with my neighbor for awhile. Told him about my night, he's actually a little bit of a hippie too. I walked to the gas station to get some food. I felt like a zombie the whole way there and back. The light made my eyes sizzle like bacon on the Texas pavement in the middle of July. It felt like my brain was a steaming bowl of scrambled eggs. My jaw felt like I got my shit rocked by Mike Tyson. I came home, ate my powdered donuts despite only being able to taste it's texture which was low-key wigging me out, and watched either Space Ghost Coast to Coast or The Trip Keeper on my phone till I passed out.
The next morning (afternoon), my dad picked me up and we hung the whole day while I recovered and slowly returned to feeling human again. I bummed a cigarette off my dad and decided while smoking it that it was my last cigarette. I actually quit all nicotine for a month and half after this night. I started back up purely because of a bad (tested real) Acid/Nitrous Trip.
I do wanna add while not using nicotine I had vivid dreams about smoking cigarettes and vaping. Keep posted for the follow up stories about my bad Acid/Nitrous Trip, Smoking Dreams, and Snorting Hydroxyzine with Alcohol cause I bet The Trip Keeper wants to hear that last one.

M32, 10 days post-op from a laparoscopic appendectomy due to uncomplicated acute appendicitis/localized peritonitis. 6 days removed from antibiotics and 4 days removed from Percocet. Last dose of ibuprofen was yesterday morning and I won’t be taking anymore. I’m still doing miralax once per day. I saw the doctor for a follow up a couple of days ago and he said I was healing well. I forgot to ask him about alcohol. I called the office yesterday and the doctor was in surgery but the office staff said it was fine as long as I’m not taking pain meds anymore. Not looking to go nuts by any means as I know I’m still recovering, but would love to have 3-4 beers and watch some playoff basketball today. Thoughts? Thanks in advance.

This is a long story that actually started on 4/12 when I went to the war self diagnosing with abscess tonsils. They did a strep test it was negative they gave me an antibiotic and sent me home. 4/14 I was back to the er the antibiotics didn’t work and I felt like I was ready to operate on myself. Surgeon on call tried to aspirate after a dose of fentanyl- I felt like I got jabbed and dug on with an ice pick and barely anything came out. He opted for surgery to lance it, it was done before I was admitted to a room in the hospital. The procedure yielded very little drainage. 4/18 I had the tonsillectomy and it was 45 mins long a pus pocket was found behind my tonsils. I’m was out for 17 post op. I woke around 3pm Friday. Because of heavy sedation and being in clear liquids diet forcing me to take iv pain meds I was a fall risk and in icu until the Doctor allowed my release the following day.
By Sunday morning I was calling about the pain- I’m almost 40 and it has been bad. Thru learning I realize everytime I fall asleep I get essentially dry socket and when I am forced awake from the pain I have to start at zero on pain management. The pain has been the worse for me I started with norco 5’s and only 15 of them. Yesterday after calling the ent again I described what I was going thru and asked if there was anything they could do or recommend to help I ended up with a Percocet prescription that is helping.
TLDR had my tonsils out as an adult and the pain is unmatched

Age 38
Sex F
Height 5’7”
Weight 275lbs
Race Caucasian
Duration of complaint: episode lasted about 10 minutes.
Location: all over
Current medications: bupropion 250mg, lexapro 5mg, Tylenol as needed, Hydroxyzine 25-50mg at bedtime, Percocet 5/325 (I am recovering from carpal tunnel release surgery on 4/19), long time cannabis micro doser.
38/F, obese, diagnosed with ADHD, CPTSD, arthritis. No history of heart related issues, very good blood pressure, daily cannabis microdoser. I currently take; Bupropion 250mg Lexapro 5mg Hydroxyzine 25-59mg per night at bedtime Tylenol as needed, Percocet 5/325 (I just had carpal tunnel release surgery on 4/19)
Last night at around 1 o’clock in the morning, I was sitting in bed. I had decided to discontinue my Percocet, my last dose was taken just before 7 PM that day. I was not abusing them, I was taking them just as prescribed. I’m very careful because I do have a history of addiction after being on them for back related issues many years ago. I had taken a 25 mg dose of hydroxyzine about an hour before hand. And right before I got into bed I took a single hit from my pipe. I have been abstaining from using cannabis while I had Percocet in my system, because I’ve gotten sick from it before, so I figured I was in the clear because I had not taken a dose of Percocet for well over 6 hours by then. I was sitting in bed when I noticed that my heart was pounding a little bit, so I looked at my Apple Watch to see if my heart rate was off, and I noticed it was around 65bpm. I have a history of heart palpitations, and I have had them checked out and I was told they were just PVCs.
Shortly after, I stood up and got up out of bed, and I was hit with a wave of lightheadedness, like I had never experienced in my life. I felt like I was on the brink of passing out, my vision went blurry, I crawled back into bed, and texted my husband asking him to bring up the blood pressure cuff because I felt like I was going to pass out. He came up right away and put the cuff on (it’s one of those wrist BP cuffs I got at Walgreens, I realize they aren’t completely accurate, but it gave me an idea.) at the time my BP was reading 85/32. I’ve never seen it so low. I had broken out into an intense cold sweat, I was dizzy, extremely agitated, and extremely scared. At that point, my husband called 911 and paramedics showed up. They took my blood pressure and it seemed to have leveled out by then. My oxygen saturation levels were completely fine, my heart rate never went above 85. But I was breathing rapidly, and extremely lethargic for that short amount of time. The episode itself lasted around 10 minutes in total before everything leveled out. The paramedics did not take me to the hospital because at the time I felt like I was getting better, but I did call my doctor first thing this morning and I have an appointment tomorrow. Today I felt very tired, and I was dealing with some minor withdrawal symptoms this morning because I had not taken a dose of Percocet in over 12 hours.
Bear in mind I am recovering from carpal tunnel release surgery that I had done on April 19. But before or last night I felt relatively OK. My pain was under control from the pain medication, I was tired and a little bit loopy, but I didn’t feel like I did last night. It scared the hell out of me. My blood pressure has been normal all day (124/78 was my last reading about 2 hours ago)
As I said, I’ve never had a history of heart problems, I am very responsible when it comes to post op opioid usage. I had no fever and my water intake was good.
So I ask again, what the heck happened to me last night?! :(

So I went to my primary care physician to ask for help with my withdrawal symptoms because as much as I wanted to tough through it and quit cold turkey… I was suffering and kept going back because I cannot handle the pain/discomfort/hell that is withdrawal.
My drug of choice were Percocets (m30’s). I would take about 2 pills a day and it’s been going on for about 2 months going on three here soon.
My main problems were not being able to get a lick of sleep. Up at all hours of the day just suffering. Then it was my inability to sit still. It felt like something was inside of my body that needed to get out and it made me crack every bone in my body, stretch until I strained myself, rocking back and forth or tapping my legs. And lastly, it was my lack of motivation and strength to get up to even use the bathroom.
I was prescribed clonidine, I used to take the tablets but I abused it in hopes of achieving the desired effect. She has me using the patch because it releases the medicine throughout the day and I don’t have to worry about dosing or anything. Then she prescribed me what she calls a “boost bar” I think? It’s called buspirone and it treats anxiety. This alongside the clonidine helps with the shaking, stretching, cracking, and irritability. Then for sleep, I was prescribed mirtazapine. This works wonders, it’s better than trazodone and melatonin. So that sleeping medication working with the clonidine also makes sleep much easier. I wasn’t prescribed dicyclomine this time around because I wasn’t having stomach pain but the first time I got treated for withdrawal symptoms, that medicine made the stomach pains go away almost entirely. Granted, it will make you poop but at least you won’t be constipated with an upset tummy. Last time I was also prescribed hydroxyzine, which also helps with anxiety. I take multivitamins and iron pills to help with my lack of strength and motivation to move.
Taking all of these medications alongside drinking at least 2-3 bottles of water, eating a meal three times a day (snack as much as I can if I cannot stomach a full meal, moving my body, and keeping a positive mindset has truly helped. Im 5’4 and about 108 pounds so be sure to eat and drink what’s best for your body! I genuinely don’t feel as bad as I have before. Like I felt so horrible that dying felt like an option. But now, I truly feel like I can beat this and never look back. Of course this may not work for everyone but I just wanted to share what I’ve done to make the withdrawal process easier.
Stay safe everyone and just know that someone out there is rooting for you and wishing you the best (me😄)

So for the last, well pretty much all my life I've always acted out, such as things in school. So they put me on adderall. Which made the anxiety WAY worse. I ended up self medicating with xanax, and overdosed. SO I know that a doc wont prescribe theme anymore, so im left with bromazolam (a research/designer drug). Im taking it in doses that I consider to be functional, an safe. But I want to know what to do going forward. As I'd rather be under the care of a doctor. My doctor already knows im an addict, but I think im an addict because of my anxiety. Whenever they took my benzos, either i'd get more, or I would just get other drugs, Percocet, etc. So please, someone guide me into a direction. I've tried EVERYTHIHNG. Everything online, psychedelics, etc. Im scared, and its making have suicidal thoughts. I'd never do it because I love my family enough, and im trying to love myself, but its impossible when my brain NEVER SHUTS UP! So please, anyone. Im scared.

I have a couple of chronic illness issues, and I feel like I'm kind of in an experiment trying to see how GLP meds interact with other medications that cause weight gain.
I take deproprovera and have for 10+ years, and it's caused weight gain.
I also take Elavil for nerve pain which causes my extreme hunger.
And I take percocet daily which also hasn't been great for weight.
Has anyone taken one of these drugs had it impact your weight loss with Z? I'm only on week two of 2.5. The first week was hell. I injected in my abdomen and was on my bathroom floor for the entire first night with nausea. I had a pounding headache and the runs. It eased up after a few days and then straight to constipation. I'm not even bothering with checking my weight because of that. Just took my second dose (in the arm)!
Would love to hear from anyone else on these kind of meds and how they impacted you!

I read a lot of “had pain” vs “didn’t” and I just want to throw this out there:
Damn.
5-7/10 for me. Nerve block wore off after 24h and it’s been a ride since then.
Feeling a mix of pain, tightness, pulsing, burning in heel, general discomfort, etc.
I’ve dealt with pain before, and avoided opiates, but I threw in that towel today. Can’t say the Percocet really did too much but I will take another dose before bed.
Elevating doesn’t help much at all but the icing behind the knee is nice. Sometimes elevation makes it feel worse and hanging off the side of the bed is relief.
Anyway, here’s to tomorrow being better.
Update: day 3 seems better (last night was rough still), elevation is definitely key at this stage and is relief after any time spent hobbling around.

I hope someone is experiencing the same. I have scrolled through most of the comment section trying to figure out if there is anything I can do for my pain. But I am going to share my story in hopes of someone experiencing something similar. I am a 23 (f) and I had my bottom 2 wisdom teeth removed on April 9 and today is April 17 (8 days post op). They were completely impacted and bony. The first 2 days were fine, I didn't feel too much pain. On day 3 my pain got exceedingly worse, I started taking the max Ibuprofen, it seemed to help during the day but at night the pain was unmanageable. I didn't sleep from days 3-7. On day 4 I started experiencing numbness in my chin to my lower lip and is remains this way. I am able to move it with no problem but it is uncomfortable and concerning. day 5 I started getting temple pain, ear pain, and cheek pain. It is horrendous, I am on day 8 now and finally got some sleep last night but not without waking up in the middle of my sleep just to take more meds. I took 2 200mg Motrin (equalling 400) and 1 extra strength Tylenol (500mg), once at 1 am and then another time at 5 am and that seemed to finally get me to sleep. I think my tooth pain is finally decreasing a bit but the temple pain is completely unmanageable. This is the worst pain I have been in my life. I contacted my surgeon 3 times and he kept telling em everyone is different and I need to give it more time. He says that they are not infected, I do not have a dry socket, and they are healing nicely. He doesn't seem to care about my pain or my symptoms. I am really trying to go as long as possible without taking any pain meds, I am afraid for my liver, kidneys, and stomach but the pain is just unbearable without it. Is anyone else going through something similar? when does the temple pain go away? when should my teeth pain stop? I am syringing and rinsing with warm salt water but it seems to really hurt afterwards and weirdly irritates my temples? When they syringed by sockets on day 6 post op, that's when my tension headaches really kicked in. I feel as if I never feel relief except when taking high doses. Percocet does not work. I am sorry for how long this is but I just wanted to share all of the information in hopes someone can relate or tell me how long until I start to feel a bit normal again.

This group has saved me, I think.
I have lived a really privileged life. Two parent, white middle class upbringing. I live at home while I work and do grad school (I’m 25). But when my pain started a few months ago, I wanted to die. Humans are not meant to go through what we are going through. My friends and family send me words of support and love and encouragement literally every day. My grad school practically organized a text chain so someone texts me and offers to be with me every single day over zoom. I am becoming religious clergy, so everyone in my program really has the heart for this stuff. My boss texts me while I’m out on FMLA every couple of weeks to ask how I’m doing, and makes sure I’m not trying to work while I’m out. I literally have a golden life - except I don’t.
I wake up in agony every single day. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t walk, I can’t talk on the phone for more than a few minutes. I can’t go to my synagogue to pray the way that brings me comfort. I can’t drive, I have lost my independence. I have lost my income, my ability to go to my classes and learn. I lost my partner. The pain was too much, so I broke up with him. I found out a few days ago he died shortly after. He had a stroke at 25. I’m grieving him and the life we could have had. My pain ruined my life. Or is ruining.
My people reach out and try to comfort me, but they can’t. They either pity me or see me as this shell of the person I used to be. I have lost an absurd amount of weight. I haven’t been outside in like 2 months so I look ridiculously ghostly.
I had an ablation done on two nerves and my doctor told me it would be immediate relief from pain. When I woke up to pain 10 times worse than before, I wanted to kill myself. My dad literally hid my oxy and Percocets from me and gives me the dose at the time I need it. If it wasn’t for you all, I wouldn’t have known it’s common for the ablation to take a few days to work. I had lost all my hope.
I feel like my life has been in a cycle of hope, then devastation and hopelessness, then hope again. It’s EXHAUSTING. I’m exhausted. I just want my life back.
My mother sees me in pain, vomiting from the waves of pain, shaking, curled in a fetal position and doesn’t know how to cope with seeing her child in agony, so she becomes angry. My father can’t look at me without tears coming to his eyes. My sister is a nurse at a huge fancy hospital. She works specifically with kids who have cancer and sickle cell. She is no stranger to taking care of people in pain. She found out I hadn’t showered in a month and drove to Florida to bathe me. It was a surreal experience of the most profound feeling of gratitude and absolute mortification. She put a vase of flowers in my bedroom and encouraged me to open the blinds of my window. I’m crocheting her a blanket. It’s been a really good distraction from my pain and something I can do while on all these medicines.
All this to say, nothing has brought me comfort like you all do. Because as much as my people love me, they don’t understand. They don’t understand the hopelessness, the feeling that nothing will ever get better. I really really hope my journey is nearing its end, that the ablation will work, that I can be me again. But I know that if I’m on this horrible journey forever, I have this community to lean on. We have each other.
Thank you for being here for me. Thank you for commenting your stories and messaging me advice and words of support. Thank you for your own posts that make me feel brave enough to post my own. I hope my comments bring you comfort too.
We need each other. The world doesn’t get it like we do. Thank you for being here. And thank you for letting me be here too. Feeling like I am bringing people comfort when I comment or give advice makes me feel useful like I felt before this all started.
I hope we all wake up in the morning and are magically out of pain!

I was pretty tired early so I thought fuck it let’s try to sleep when my body feels like sleeping and see how that goes. I’m never doing this again. At least with benedryl, unisom, and Xanax I get into full sleep. But from 10:30pm to 1:50am I was in a half-sleep where I was watching a really fucked up dream, it’s not like the bad dreams I get from benedryl or unisom (usually don’t get them from Xanax) this was way different. It was like a movie screen projected onto my closed eyelids. It was like this the entire time of that “sleep” and I still feel dead tired. I’m going to take benedryl and hopefully get some actual rest cause this sucked. I really fucking hated this a lot.
Note: I also have suspected narcolepsy as well as central sleep apnea from taking moderate doses of CNS depressants at night (any of the sleep aids, percocet, baclofen, Lyrica, all prescribed and unfortunately necessary). Though I’m tapering off of Lyrica now which helps absolutely nothing because of the withdrawals.

hey everyone! i’m diagnosed with crohn’s disease, endometriosis, graves disease, and 3 disk bulges. i’ve been on percocet and tramadol for 6 years (26y). i’m ready to be done with the meds. my pain is at a very low level and at this point i’m only taking these meds because the physical dependence. my dose has fluctuated over the year but for the past 2 years has remanined at 15mg oxycodone (5mg pills 3x a day) and tramadol has always been 100mg in the morning. I feel super determined and strong willed so over the past 6 days i’ve managed to get It down to 5mg of percocet and 75mg of tramadol. it has been very difficult to say the least. I just want off them so badly but am I pushing myself too hard? how did you manage to get off your long term pain medication ? i’m most nervous to make that final jump when i’m ready. will the withdrawals be bad if I get the percocet to 2.5 then jump from there ? i’d love to hear any success stories or any advice ! i’ve just read so many horror stories that are discouraging! thanks everyone :)

Need some clarity and advice on a medical situation.
Went to ER 10 days ago for flank pain, found 5mm kidney stone stuck in distal ureter, mild hydronephrosis. Given FloMax and Naproxen, sent home to pass.
7 days later, finished FloMax but no passage, return to ER because severe flank pain is back and uncontrolled. New CT showed original stone has not moved, and now a second 2mm stone is behind it, hydronephrosis still present and now moderate. Sent home with more FloMax, but advised to call Urology and move up my appointment ASAP.
Urology fits me in same day instead of waiting for appt in 6 weeks, advised by Urologist to take stones out ASAP and place stent. Tells me to go through ER at their admitting hospital in two days (fasted), gives me Percocet and nausea medication in the meantime.
Go to ER on assigned morning, flank pain returned twice in that time, but better controlled on new pain meds. ER places catheter and does pre op bloodwork, instead of oral meds uses IV pain control (morphine). Asked for one additional dose after two hours as pain was not controlled. Surgery scheduled for 3pm with my Urologist.
Around 12pm, new doctor from internal medicine comes in, says she’s from administration and plans to admit me for pain control and observation. I let her know I’m having surgery to remove the stones at 3, she says ok and leaves. Have the surgery, stones were no longer in distal ureter, assumed to be passed earlier in the ER. Stent was placed and urology follow up in one week to remove. Urology says I can go home.
After surgery, get wheeled to internal medicine, and told I’m staying the night for “pain management.” Was told my doctor isn’t my Urologist, but is the woman from medicine who stopped by the ER while I was passing stones. I let them know I’m not in pain, and haven’t needed anything since 1130 am, and already had my surgery which confirmed stones are out. No doctor comes to see me, I’m told by nurses I have to stay anyway. Overnight no one asks me about pain levels or management. No meds given except nausea meds I requested.
Woken up every hour for something (vitals, which have been normal the whole time, 4am blood draw which the nurse couldn’t tell me for what tests). At 6 am, I told the nurse I didn’t understand why I was still here and wanted to go home. She said for “pain management.” I told her I haven’t needed or received pain management since yesterday morning. She seemed confused, and went to check doctors notes. She came back to tell me that the doctor hadn’t written any notes, and I’d have to wait for them to come in.
What is going on? Why am I here when my Urologist who did my surgery said I can go home? Who is this woman who assigned herself as my doctor from a division I’ve never been to, but can’t be bothered to check on me or give me any information? Can I just leave? I’m so confused about all of this.

I've had pretty severe lower back pain (can't stand or sit for more than a couple mins) for about three years and have been on Percocet the whole time. I currently take 6 doses a day of 5MG Percocet. I've never abused it, but it's not enough for me anymore. I've tried to get my dose raised or the amount of times I can take it raised, but they won't do it and are giving me looks like I'm an addict when I ask for an increase. Should my tolerance be lower than this after three straight years, does it seem high, or about on schedule? What do you guys think?
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*I've been waiting for months for my insurance to approve a procedure (Intracept) which my last insurance company denied last year after months of waiting.