A
New—But the Same—Addiction
Grapevine (thanks Ronny H.)
He
was a garden variety alcoholic, not a drug addict. Or so he thought
My
AA journey began on April 15, 1989, and what a journey it's been. In those
early years, only alcoholism could be discussed at AA meetings. Narcotics
Anonymous (NA) was in its infancy and cross-addicted AAs had to
"hide" their drug history. Since drugs were not a part of my story,
it didn't seem to affect me at all. But, all that changed when, unexpectedly, I
was faced with my own terrible drug addiction.
It started when I had total hip replacement. The surgery itself went really
well. Three days in the hospital, followed by rehab and home care. But through
it all, the doctors, nurses and physical therapists kept insisting that my
surgical pain must be controlled in order to insure a safe, speedy and complete
recovery. Medications for pain should be taken, "before the pain
begins." Or as they all said: "You can never catch up in pain
relief." So, under the supervision of the doctors, I was given hydrocodone
every 4-6 hours. How dangerous could that be? I'm a recovering alcoholic, not a
drug addict. Besides, I never did drugs in my entire life and I was taking
these pain pills as prescribed by a doctor. Since I have so much time sober, I
should be able to handle it. Right? My wife even monitored the prescription
bottle for me, and I only took them for three lousy weeks. Even though I made
sure to stay close to my AA program, I still was not prepared for the
steamroller which, was about to run me over.
The day finally came that would change everything. It was decided that the time
had come to stop taking those enticing little pills. It turned out to be the
most terrifying week of my entire life. I never expected that "coming
off" hydrocodone would be as horrific as it turned out to be. It was, far
and away, much worse than anything I went through when I stopped drinking.
I now fully understand the addiction to "dry goods.” In my mind, while all
of this was going on, I was totally convinced that my symptoms were due to my
hip surgery and had nothing to do with any drug withdrawal.
As I reduced my daily number of hydrocodone pills, my anxiety and depression
levels increased exponentially. I became fixated on the medication, looking
forward to my next pill, and making sure I had enough to "hold me
over" until I received the next dose. I even found myself checking my
"stash" (sound familiar?) and crafting a plan in case the doctors
wouldn't prescribe some more if I ran out.
As each pain pill wore off (I was now taking one every 8 hours), I started
getting the chills, shakes and trembling. This was followed by insomnia,
anxiety, panic attacks, anger, and testiness. There was even spontaneous crying
after I reduced the pills to only two each day. Only another hydrocodone
temporarily alleviated the symptoms.
Scariest of all was when I totally stopped taking them. I had thoughts of
harming myself rather than going on! Where did that come from? Severe
depression, which I never had before, was terrifying.
It took me two full days to "cold-turkey" the hydrocodone, before
everything returned to normal.
My whole attitude about addiction has changed. In fact, I’ve realized three
important things.
1. I've concluded that I am nothing more than an addict. My drug of choice just
happens to be the "legal drug" of alcohol.
2. I always felt that I wasn't "as bad" as the cross-addicted drug
addicts in AA. But after this experience, even though I never took drugs in my
life, I realized that I am just as susceptible to drugs as to alcohol.
3. I am not "bulletproof." Long-term sobriety won't prevent other
types of addictions to kick in.
The lessons I learned will also change the way I interact with the medical
profession. From now on, I will never assume that my doctors truly understand
all the ramifications of treating alcoholics and drug addicts. It's up to me to
teach them. And the next time I need analgesics for pain, I will clearly
explain my alcoholic history and be under the care of a physician who is
trained in alcoholism and drug addiction.
I hope and pray that by sharing my experience others can avoid what I went
through.
--
Definitely Steve
Nashville,
Tenn.
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