I woke up in rehab, with a shitload of OxyContin in my veins, and enough pain to kill ten men who were way stronger than me.
I got addicted to Oxy after a doctor prescribed it for several years for pain caused by an incurable Illness. He said I wouldn’t get addicted, he said I was only dependent. I eventually decided I needed to find a different way to deal with the pain, because I kept needing more and more Ocy. Doctor was wrong: body doesn’t know the difference between addicted and dependent. So I went off Oxy and my illness pain was back, plus the true hell of quitting Oxy. I didn’t have the strength of those dozen men either. But I had a family, so somehow I lived through it. You’d think pain could kill you, but it can’t.
