That’s the evil of it – you’re taking a legitimate drug for a legitimate reason. So, once you start abusing it, you can always tell yourself it can’t be that bad if the doc dishes it out or I can buy it from a random, unqualified assistant in a pharmacy!
I’ve had an eventful 44 years so far and did every drug you can think of (except alcohol which I never got a taste for!) to excess between the ages of 14 and 26.
I then stopped completely for health and career reasons for 15 years but, at 41, for some inexplicable reason, decided to abuse the pills given to me for a herniated disc in my back.
With two kids, a great wife and a very responsible job (headteacher), I became addicted to something that, of everything I’ve abused, was far and away the hardest to kick. Even heroin was easier to stop as I knew it would likely kill me and certainly reduce me to an empty shell of a life.
Most people won’t ever know the strength it takes so everyone on here on that journey or in recovery should be so proud of themselves (but try to remember the withdrawal and how bad it was so you never go back!).
Anyway, day 10 here and, I’m bored of waiting so I’m off to the gym to see if I can beat the fatigue out of my legs!
Lotty, not sure if you were asking me but I never had any nausea or vomiting (unless it’s coming after day 10!) so can’t help on that.