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It was two years ago today that I went to see my family doctor about some uncomfortable issues going on with me. I could not understand why I didn’t like my life; I had a good job, a loving husband and two wonderful kids. Yet as time went on I felt alone and not understood.
My husband would ask me “what’s wrong?” when he would tell me about an invitation to friends for a dinner and I would sort of agreeably nod to partake. But I could not express what was bothering me.
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When I entered my family doctor’s office, I saw other women not much unlike myself; I guess I wasn’t alone in this condition. I remember sitting in his office after he did an overall physical check and found nothing out of the ordinary but suggested some blood tests to be on the safe side.
Near the end of the interview, I felt as if there was no solution to my state of mind. My doctor, noticing my despair, reached into his desk and pulled out a small container with little yellow pills in it.
He said, “You know it’s possible that you can alleviate some of the discomforts with this new product, just for women such as yourself.” Well, I thought to myself that something had to be done; I suppose I could try it.
As the weeks went by, my condition was not getting better, but I began to have some pain in my neck and shoulders. I told my doctor about this, and he prescribed some Percocet. For the next month or two, I was taking the yellow pills and the Percocet. After a while, I had some awful headaches and digestive issues. My doctor told me my blood results had not shown anything abnormal. He decided to prescribe some anti-depressants to the mix.
I voiced my concerns, and he suggested stopping the yellow pills but continuing the Percocet with the anti-depressant. By the end of that year, my husband could no longer take my condition and left us. My two daughters were now caring for mom, who could no longer work.
I decided to stop the anti-depressant medication but felt terrible and increased the Percocet prescription. Yet, still not able to function, my doctor decided to remove me from the Percocet and put me on Oxycodone. After 3 months on Oxys, I was thin, not motivated and needed more Oxys than my doctor prescribed.
Today is two years since that first visit, and I am hooked on Oxy’s. My two daughters are now with their father, and I am slowly wasting away. Thankfully, my husband and daughters care enough about me that they have set me up with a drug rehab treatment facility to get off all drugs. I am not a drug addict, yet I am addicted to Oxy’s. How could this be? Oh ya, my doctor is a dealer…