- Aug 31, 2001
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Hello all,
MisterJackson here. For starters I'm unable to post right now because I'm using AOL (quit laughing). So I have kindly asked one of the more prominent members here, minendo, to post this for me. If he has, then my thanks go to him.
I'll try to keep this short and to the point. Right now is my second day coming off of taking an average of fifteen Lortab per day. It all began in August of 2001. The 10th to be exact.
My ex-wife and I divorced that morning. She invited me out to lunch and I accepted. I left my truck and rode with her. Returning from lunch my ex propositioned me for the "one more time goodbye" at my place. I was for it, but apparently God had a different agenda.
We were struck head on by some kid in an Accord (us in a late model Taurus) doing approximately 55 in a 35. We both walked away brusied and shook up, but alive at least.
I thought I was okay. I say okay. I was sore for about two weeks and could literally do just about nothing. I assumed this was normal and that it would pass soon. A month later I'm having multiple MRI's done. The tests reveal torn ligaments in my left shoulder/back area, and a small "tear" in my spinal cord that was filling with fluid. I was immediately placed on the best narcotics possible.
As time passed my neurosurgeon told me that he would perform "routine" back surgery, with a 50/50 chance that the pain would subside and the problem be corrected. I asked for other options (not liking the idea of a scalpel near my spine when I'm only 25). What I got was physical therapy, and alot more drugs.
Therapy somewhat helped my shoulder, but I was just numbing everything with the medication.
During this time I met a wonderful girl named Ann. She knew I was in the wreck, but I never let on how bad it was and what I was taking. Needless to say, my attitude would go from extreme happiness (on the drugs) to extreme lows (off of them, and hell sometimes on). I lost this girl because of my actions, and in-actions. I was so "clouded" that I really didn't show her how I felt about her. Losing her meant sadness, so that meant more pills for the pain. Be it physical and/or emotional. I eventually worked through that loss, but all of my relationships were suffering, bad.
Flash foward to the present. Last week I told my parents about my situation. I gave up my townhome and moved back in with them (insult to injury right?). My attorney was informed that I was checking into a detox center friday (11/01) and that he was to arrange the legal billing for this to happen. After I also informed my doctor of this situation (like he didn't freaking know) I was given enough medication to last until Friday. Funny, you tell them you're taking too much and immune to the stuff and they just hand you more!
Thursday afternoon I recieve a call from my attorney, after myself having to leave numerous messages, informing me that he's not heard from the insurance company. I stress to him the importance of this and he assures me all will be kosher come Friday.
Friday comes, no calls. I call my attorney's office and his secretary informs me he's away on vaction for the whole day. I ask her what information he's left with her pertaining to the matter and she replies "None.". Poor lady, she really took an earful from me, and then my father (an ex force recon Marine) after I explained what had happened to him.
So here I am, on Sunday, with no medication and literally wanting to pull out my hair. I thought that I could do this on my own, but boy was I wrong. Come tomorrow morning though my a$$ is sitting in my attorneys office until the check to get me into the rehab is in my twitching hand!
There is one positive note to all of this. I met Ashley on Friday night. Looking back, had my attorney done his f'ing job and gotten me into rehab Friday I would not have met her at all.
She is simply an earthbound Angel hiding her wings. I told her about my situation. I assumed she'd say something along the lines of "OK, well it was nice to meet you.". But she looked at me and said "I'm here for anything you need, stay with me tonight". Yes it was inoccent, she is no tramp
! And trust me, this girl could have her pick of guys at any moment. So why me now?? All that comes to mind is the old Ghetto Boys song "My mind's playin tricks on me".
So, this is my story. The amended version at least. If anyone else has, or is going through this, please tell me how you did it. Any advice is appreciated.
Like I mentioned earlier, I will not be able to post, but I will read religously. Thank you all. Anandtech is the sh1zn1t!
MisterJackson
MisterJackson here. For starters I'm unable to post right now because I'm using AOL (quit laughing). So I have kindly asked one of the more prominent members here, minendo, to post this for me. If he has, then my thanks go to him.
I'll try to keep this short and to the point. Right now is my second day coming off of taking an average of fifteen Lortab per day. It all began in August of 2001. The 10th to be exact.
My ex-wife and I divorced that morning. She invited me out to lunch and I accepted. I left my truck and rode with her. Returning from lunch my ex propositioned me for the "one more time goodbye" at my place. I was for it, but apparently God had a different agenda.
We were struck head on by some kid in an Accord (us in a late model Taurus) doing approximately 55 in a 35. We both walked away brusied and shook up, but alive at least.
I thought I was okay. I say okay. I was sore for about two weeks and could literally do just about nothing. I assumed this was normal and that it would pass soon. A month later I'm having multiple MRI's done. The tests reveal torn ligaments in my left shoulder/back area, and a small "tear" in my spinal cord that was filling with fluid. I was immediately placed on the best narcotics possible.
As time passed my neurosurgeon told me that he would perform "routine" back surgery, with a 50/50 chance that the pain would subside and the problem be corrected. I asked for other options (not liking the idea of a scalpel near my spine when I'm only 25). What I got was physical therapy, and alot more drugs.
Therapy somewhat helped my shoulder, but I was just numbing everything with the medication.
During this time I met a wonderful girl named Ann. She knew I was in the wreck, but I never let on how bad it was and what I was taking. Needless to say, my attitude would go from extreme happiness (on the drugs) to extreme lows (off of them, and hell sometimes on). I lost this girl because of my actions, and in-actions. I was so "clouded" that I really didn't show her how I felt about her. Losing her meant sadness, so that meant more pills for the pain. Be it physical and/or emotional. I eventually worked through that loss, but all of my relationships were suffering, bad.
Flash foward to the present. Last week I told my parents about my situation. I gave up my townhome and moved back in with them (insult to injury right?). My attorney was informed that I was checking into a detox center friday (11/01) and that he was to arrange the legal billing for this to happen. After I also informed my doctor of this situation (like he didn't freaking know) I was given enough medication to last until Friday. Funny, you tell them you're taking too much and immune to the stuff and they just hand you more!
Thursday afternoon I recieve a call from my attorney, after myself having to leave numerous messages, informing me that he's not heard from the insurance company. I stress to him the importance of this and he assures me all will be kosher come Friday.
Friday comes, no calls. I call my attorney's office and his secretary informs me he's away on vaction for the whole day. I ask her what information he's left with her pertaining to the matter and she replies "None.". Poor lady, she really took an earful from me, and then my father (an ex force recon Marine) after I explained what had happened to him.
So here I am, on Sunday, with no medication and literally wanting to pull out my hair. I thought that I could do this on my own, but boy was I wrong. Come tomorrow morning though my a$$ is sitting in my attorneys office until the check to get me into the rehab is in my twitching hand!
There is one positive note to all of this. I met Ashley on Friday night. Looking back, had my attorney done his f'ing job and gotten me into rehab Friday I would not have met her at all.
She is simply an earthbound Angel hiding her wings. I told her about my situation. I assumed she'd say something along the lines of "OK, well it was nice to meet you.". But she looked at me and said "I'm here for anything you need, stay with me tonight". Yes it was inoccent, she is no tramp
So, this is my story. The amended version at least. If anyone else has, or is going through this, please tell me how you did it. Any advice is appreciated.
Like I mentioned earlier, I will not be able to post, but I will read religously. Thank you all. Anandtech is the sh1zn1t!
MisterJackson