u/FanImpossible9560

Im a recovering opioid addict. Getting better though but had to go the medication assisted therapy route to get clean. With that being said when I try to get my script filled most pharmacies do not give me the time of day to even look to see if they have it. They see word suboxone and send me on my way. Why? I dunno.. but its kinda BS and putting my recovery in risk of relapse. Today i will spend the next 3 hours driving to pharmacy to pharmacy to ask. You cant call and be told bc its a controlled substance. Anyone a fellow addict in recovery that knows a pharmacy willing to help fill suboxone?

Today is day 12. I am free from 7 but i had to go the MAT (sub) route. My life is already getting better and i am thankful and blessed for that. I start trade school this evening and super excited... the only physical symptom i am still having is feeling some wonky feelings in my legs. I have started back at the gym but still its like i never feel comfortable in the lower part of my body. Im kinda wondering since we dont for sure know what after effects 7 has for certain, but perhaps 7OH has damaging effects on nerve endings? Im about to see my addiction doc, (although hes a cranky old man) and ask if he would consider putting me on gabba. Anyone else?

But it would have to be something offered local as I have a family to provide for too and kids to caravan around. Anyone got insights into what votech or Ayers is actually like? Or just any training programs here that are actual real life use and in demand. Ive been in management for 15 years and refuse to go back to babysitting adults for 45k/year.

Im done. No 7 since Friday 11am! One weekend was all i had to give up in order to be free of this MONSTER… FREE! Goddamnit!! Im fucking free! Im not doing what i normally would be doing which is plotting a way to get $160 that my wife wont know about (this was daily for 8 months!) i stole from everyone I know. My employer
(now former, got busted) my wife (most her jewlery at the pawn shop) and worst of all my son. My mother fucking 8 YO son! Money i paid him for jobs, and then drug addict dad goes and takes it right back out. Put a fucking fork in me, im toast. I am shit! But guess what? I might have a chance to start fresh. Actually ya know what, i burned every aspect of my past life to the ground. My career, my marriage, my friends.. guess i got no choice but to start over. But this nee rebirth is going to be focused on not putting myself in stressful situations. Thats my trigger…. Stress equals go find something to relieve stress. So im gonna take care of my mental health. Not jumping into another middle management role for pennies. Dealing with stress from the uppers and the lowers.
Fuck that. Im learning a skill. Something I should have done at 20 not 38 but fuck it, here I go mofo!

You can get off this shit too! 1 weekend friend! Thats it!