Well he might not be a junkie but he will be addicted and you’d be surprised at where that can lead you.
Addiction genuinely wasn’t a choice for me.
I was prescribed 56 codeine a week for back pain after my supportive office chair broke at work, my boss refused to replace it and sitting in a cheap hard backed chair for 12 hour shifts left me in agony.
After almost a year the chemist said I’d been prescribed the codeine too long and stopped the prescription and said to use paracetamol or ibuprofen.
After a couple of days I woke up feeling a bit rough but as the day went on it got worse and worse, I got stomach cramps that were so painful I was screaming and asking DP to knock me unconscious. I started being sick, I was sweaty but freezing and honestly believed I was dying.
We rang an ambulance who were concerned about the state I was in and I was given morphine, after the morphine kicked in I started to feel better. I spent 3 days in hospital having all sorts of tests but nobody thought it might be related to coming off codeine.
This happened again with another 3 night stay, I was given injections to stop DVT in hospital and co codamol to take away with me when I checked out for the pain.
A week later I was staying at my DP’s who lived in a different city from me at the time. The codeine had finished the day before but I was feeling fine and hospital assumed it was a bad stomach bug that I was over. I woke up the next day with the same symptoms and another ambulance called. One of the doctors noticed the needle marks where I had the DVT injections in a different hospital and assumed I was in drug withdrawal from heroin because my symptoms improved after morphine again. It took a lot of convincing him to believe me but this led him to finally realise it was codeine withdrawal making me so ill.
I was offered subutex to deal with physical withdrawal but didn’t want the stigma involved, after a huge amount of begging and my DP and mum saying they would support me, it was agreed I would continue to be prescribed codeine but reducing it slowly till I was weaned off.
By his point I was mentally addicted as well as physically, when they started to taper the prescription I realised how a good job it had been doing at blurring the edges of life. I’d recently lost my dad and I’d had a lot of trauma growing up and I’m also ND. I started panicking about being without it.
Because I’d had no actual professional support for the addiction everyone was so proud when I was finally weaned off and no longer physically addicted but it lasted just 7 weeks before I became seriously depressed without it. I felt like I had a huge hole in my life that nothing could fill and a desperate yearning that never went away.
I found out you could buy 100 codeine at a time on the internet and this is when my life really got dark.
I spent all my wages on codeine, lost all interest in doing anything else, I got into trouble at work and I kept it hidden so was lying to everyone. When I couldn’t get hold of it I smoked opium and I’m ashamed to say I’d rifle through friends medicine cabinets and handbags looking for opiates. I’d never steal anything else and taking medication didn’t feel like stealing because I needed it more.
My tolerance levels meant I had to take more and more…
I lost my job and started a new one, I lied to everyone that I had period pain/back pain/toothache, lots of people had codeine left over from being prescribed it for pain, then a colleague worked out I was addicted and offered to sell me his prescription weekly, I was still buying online and getting into debt and taking 50 - 80 codeine a day.
In the end the colleague selling me them (who was addicted to weed) grassed me up to work, it all came out and I was offered a choice - my job or my addiction. I was absolutely powerless over the addiction and terrified but DP found out and my family and friends and realised how bad things had become.
We went to my GP and I wanted to see the woman who had helped me wean off last time but instead I saw a different GP who was a horrible man and told me I was a junkie and he had no sympathy, he referred me to drug and alcohol services.
I do understand why he behaved like that now, addicts are self centred and he wasn’t prepared to be manipulated.
When I was refused to be prescribed any more codeine from drug and alcohol services I had the biggest meltdown imaginable, I cried, begged and it was like being told someone I loved had died. I was taught I had to grieve the end of what was a toxic love affair and start on the subutex.
That was 8 years ago and I’ve been clean (except for one slip up the first month) ever since.
I still take the subutex and I have to factor that into things like booking holidays because I need the prescription to take but I feel so much freer then before. I get so much support now as well and I’ve realised I have the capacity to get addicted to anything! I have the ultimate addictive personality, it’s highly possible if it wasn’t codeine it could have easily been something else.
People get addicted to drugs for different reasons but I think some people are just born with addictive tendencies, it might be coffee, alcohol, sugar etc… most people have a drug of choice.
I like to tell my story both as a warning and also it changes people’s perception on what an addict looks like. I came from a middle class background with parents who never even smoked - never mind touched drugs!
i have all my own teeth with no fillings even, I look “respectable” and people are often gobsmacked I take subutex.
The first time I picked up my prescription I felt I’d die of shame, the pharmacist was so kind though and told me people from all walks of life are prescribed it.
I was told it’s often doctors who end up prescribed it from getting high on their own supply.
When Matthew Perry died he was the perfect example of a man who could have had it all but “chose” drugs. I don’t see how anyone could look at him and possibly think it was choice.