Now I know why there is an opiod epidemic

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My mom had some issues so I am up here in the far nawth (Natchitoches) for a few days making sure everything i OK. (it is-UTI infection that she waited too long to go to the doctor for:rolleyes:) This really is something my sister or my wife is better off handling but sister can't get away till this weekend and my wife had a trial and "it's YOUR mom-I took care of mine-it's your turn" Well, I am now an expert on UTI's :eek:
SO back to the topic at hand.
Going through her pills to make a prescription list and came across three(3) bottles of Hydrocodone. First bottle was for her foot-scrip on the bottle was for 10 pills-there were 8.5 left. Next bottle was when she has her back problems. 15 on the label with 15 left.Last bottle was she she had extensive dental work done.30 listed and 30 still in the bottle.
I asked her why she kept getting them if she wasn't taking them and she said that the first time she used it,she didn't like the way they made her feel so she just didn't take them. She said she told the other doctors but they still called in the scripts'. Three different doctors, Three different scripts for someone who doesn't want them-and people wonder why everyone is hooked on these things.:mad:
If I get pulled over taking these back to the pharmacy for disposal and am found with 53 and a half hydrocodone pills in bottles with someone else's name on them, I'm going to jail with a felony drug charge.
BTW what are these things going for on the street these days, they are 5-325's......just wondering :D:D:D
 
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My wife had a knee replacement several years ago and they sent her home with a 100 pill bottle of double strength hydrocodone, 10-325.

She took one pill, I found her throwing up in the kitchen sink 20 minutes later. Never took another.

Later she had the other knee done, and this time they gave her Oxycodone and Hydromophone. Much stronger stuff.

She didn't like those either, so decided to try the hydrocodone pills from the previous knee. Figured I had 99 pills left,

But no. There were only 15 left in the bottle of 100.

Some guest, or perhaps the house cleaner had helped themselves to my wife's meds.

So I collected all the opioid meds in the house and locked them in my gun safe.

I suggest people need to lock this stuff up.
 
Your mother must have old prescriptions. With the current discouragement about opioid use the typical supply will be for 3-5 days with no refills possible.

I agree with locking them up and turning them in at the next drug disposal day at her local pharmacy. If you throw them in the trash someone might dig them out and you'll want to have a record of where they went.
 
BTW what are these things going for on the street these days, they are 5-325's......
Back in my LE days, most all Rx opioids went for a dollar a mg. on the street.
ETA:
A 120 count of 40 mg. oxycontin ER (aka; hillbilly heroin) sold on the street would make for a nice monthly subsidy to most anyone's income.
 
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When I dislocated my partial knee replacement last April, and needed another operation, I was given oxycodone pills for the recovery. I took them as directed for the pain. While it alleviated the pain, for which I was grateful, it did not do anything else for me. E.g, did not get a pleasant buzz as I do with alcohol.

I had no desire to keep taking the pills once the pain was better, and did not finish off the refill prescription, the one issued after the first week. The pain had subsided.

I still have maybe half a dozen pills which I figure might come in handy for a toothache or similar.

I think I have a fairly addictive personality, too. I need to watch my alcohol consumption with care, and I had one heck of a time finally quitting cigarettes for good.

I don't understand why people get addicted to the stuff. Oxycodone or similar. It must make some people feel good psychologically or physically or something.... Maybe taken in much larger doses it proves a highly enjoyable high?

Anyone know the answer?
 
The base pharmacy has a drop box where you can return unused prescriptions. If you don't want to make the trip, they recommend pouring the pills in "something disgusting," like used cat litter, to discourage anyone from digging them out of your garbage.
 
BTW what are these things going for on the street these days, they are 5-325's......just wondering :D:D:D
5-325's are just lowest level Vicodin pills (although they now have 5-300 with a little less Acetaminophen). Honestly, they can't be worth very much. :o

I am at the other extreme from your mother's situation. Since the "opioid crisis" and even for a long time before, my doctor used to allow me just 30 Vicodin pills every 6 months as a "no requirement to take with food" alternate to ibuprofen for my severe hip, back, arm and foot pain... basically for occasional convenience and emergency use only.

As the opioid crisis got worse, he stopped that prescription altogether, so it was ibuprofen or nothing... which started killing my kidneys. :( Only once since then has he allowed me another 30 Vicodin tablets, most likely never to be repeated with the pressure being put on doctors these days.

My kidneys continue to get worse and worse with ibuprofen use, but that's just the way it is. It's ibuprofen or suffer. I consider my kidneys collateral damage from the "opioid crisis" and I'm not very happy about that. :o
 
Hernia surgery in the spring of 1994, I believe it was codeine that they gave me but to be completely honest, it may be one of these more popular ones everyone is referencing. The pain from the hernia was pretty bad... standing upright was painful, a random sneeze was enough to make you see stars, taking a pain medication was a good idea in this situation.

I took one and carefully sat down to watch playoff hockey. I remember watching a few minutes of the first period, I felt as though I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them again, the game was over.

To this day it was the only experience I've ever had where I "lost time." From the age of 18 to maybe 23, I did all the hard drinking that a kid of that age often does for fun but I'd never lost time before or done anything that I couldn't remember doing.

I don't like drugs. I'm thankful for that.
 
When my ex-husband died last winter, my daughter and I cleared his house (it had already gone thru sheriff's sale) Whole grocery bag full of various pain meds, and meds for every condition I could think of. He doctor shopped, pharmacy shopped and ER shopped.
The sheriff's office is the disposal point here, I called them and told them, Please don't arrest me! I'm bringing in a big ole bag of drugs.
Said it was the most anyone had ever turned in.
 
When my ex-husband died last winter, my daughter and I cleared his house (it had already gone thru sheriff's sale) Whole grocery bag full of various pain meds, and meds for every condition I could think of. He doctor shopped, pharmacy shopped and ER shopped.
The sheriff's office is the disposal point here, I called them and told them, Please don't arrest me! I'm bringing in a big ole bag of drugs.
Said it was the most anyone had ever turned in.

I did that after the death of my first wife due to cancer. Went to a local Metro office with a reasonably full plastic shopping bag. Was greeted with large doses of "meh" garnished with "so what?" They were only slightly more concerned when I took her pistol to get it registered in my name (that requirement has gone now). I can only assume the front office staff were all on "can't give a monkey's" type meds.
 
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