I was just reading an article on a major social media platform about opiate withdrawal.
A professional addiction expert was describing it like this: “You may experience some discomfort during withdrawal from opiates such as heroin. Symptoms including sneezing, stretching, occasional diarrhea and vomiting may occur…”
ARE YOU F*****G SERIOUS? “Occasional diarrhea and vomiting”??!!
Clearly the person who wrote this article had never experienced opiate withdrawal themselves.
And whatever college this addiction expert went to needs to update their curriculum because not only are they misinformed, but they are ignorant as hell too.
Out of the hundreds of times I detoxed, usually after months of slamming (IV use aka “shooting up”) heroin, hydromorphone, or oxycodone, lets just recall ONE of those times and do a comparison of what the addiction expert says to expect during withdrawal, and what the reality of withdrawal is.
I used to sell methamphetamine to pay for my opiate addiction/habit. I lived in a small town, and needless to say, I got busted several times doing that. Each time I got arrested, put me in a cell in the jail booking area to withdrawal.
One particular time, when I was working a ten balloon a day habit (heroin is sold in balloons sometimes for all of you that didn’t know) I began to get sick and the dread that comes with it – knowing from prior experience what’s coming – is nearly as bad as the physical symptoms themselves.
You start out sneezing, stretching, yawning and getting goose bumps all over and you begin to alternate between chills and cold sweats. Your nose begins to run. Some people get back spasms, and since I’m on the list of people that do absolutely everything the hard way, I had those every 30 seconds for the entire time as well
Then the nausea hits, usually closely followed by the drizzling shits – oh ya – the dreaded diarrhea.
And finally, no cake walk (not!) would be complete without the proverbial cherry on top so enter the projectile vomiting. Not just a little here or there. Repeatedly and more consistent than a bus on a transit schedule, that horrible, wretching vomiting.
There were moments I didn’t know whether to puke or shit and there were also moments I did BOTH and the option to choose was not up for discussion
This went on for about 5 days. At that point, I had lost nearly 15 lbs simply from losing every disgusting drop of bodily fluid you can dream up.
About that time the facility would medically clear me and send me to population where I had to play nice with the other girls while still feeling like death.
On the eleventh night I finally slept through the night, and from that point on it got gradually better.
I’ve said my piece – occasionally I have to set the record straight.