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Debilitating stomach pains, reckless stubborness, and transdermal fentanyl patches.
Jack has been trying (unsuccessfully) to get off of opiates for quite some time. Recently, after his last supply of Hydromorphone ran out, he began to get horrible stomach cramps, fevers, chills, standard dope sickness fare. Since his supplier of Hydromorphone isn't going to stock up for at least another week, Jack thought this would be a good time to toughen up and dry out for a while.
However, the next day Jack woke up with stomach cramps far worse than any he had ever felt during a withdrawal. This pain was more akin to that of the experience of appendicitis back in high school. It was difficult to get up from his couch to answer the phone. When he finally got to the phone, it was a call from some old dealer chick that he hadn't spoken to for months. She had some Fentanyl patches, and Jack got a wave of strength that motivated him to drag himself to the arco around the corner to meet her and grab four 75ug transdermal patches.
Jack thought this would be the perfect solution to curb his sickness and cushion the transition into the new year. This was not so. Jack's stomach pains did not go away; they worsened. He woke up on day two of wearing two patches and struggled for five minutes just to sit up right. Standing up straight was out of the question, he had to stand hunched over to avoid blinding pain. He figured that the horrible stomach pains he had been experiencing were not just from dopesickness, but possibly the result of food poisoning. It'll be a long while before he even thinks about touching McDonald's again.
Jack knew that if it was indeed food poisoning, he would unfortunately have to allow the diarrhea come and clean out his system. He knew this would probably not happen while wearing two 75ug Fentanyl patches. But Jack is stubborn, and he decided to wait another day. Maybe the problem will fix itself, he thought. He had trouble getting to sleep because of the pain, so he took off one patch and let the gel contents dissolve under his tongue.
He woke up on day three in even worse pain. He was sick of feeling crippled, so he regrettably had to take off the remaining patch. He folded it over itself, taped it together with medical tape, and placed it in a freezer. After about two hours, he stomach began to rumble, and he finally released what he's hoping was the remainder of some horrible goddamn fast-food. He immediately felt better, and felt a bit foolish for waiting so long to do the obvious. At least he'd feel better for the new year and still had two unopened patches.
Sorry for the long post, I just wanted to illustrate that sometimes you have to think rationally and rip off the goddamn patch. Have a nice new year.
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31-12-2007, 23:30
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