Keith Mikell, from western Pennsylvania, came across my Sunday column on South Florida’s fast proliferating pill mills. And he wrote a harrowing description – from personal experience – of the consequences that come with the unregulated sale of narcotic pain killers.
It started with a single Percocet. Then I moved on to harder pills, like pure oxycodone. At the end, I was taking up to 50 Tramadols a day and having seizures (taking more than 400 milligrams of Tramadol drops the seizure threshold significantly.).
When I couldn’t find oxy, I delt with mail-order pharmas.
That was a crazy way to live, I’ll tell you. But yeah, if the authorities don’t do something about what’s going on down in your area, with the pill mills, things are going to end up crazy. People are going to be robbed out of house and home. And an area can change from nice to a gutter in T-minus zero seconds. Trust me. I know.
The addictiveness of opiates is crazy. If you’re like me – what I call and “opiophile” and instantly fall in love with what opiates can do to you – it’s all over from the first line, shot, hit, pill – whatever you do. After that you chase and chase and chase it. And if you don’t have it, you don’t feel normal. You’re either in withdrawal or, if you have enough to stay out of withdrawal, you don’t feel “normal” until you have more than enough to get you buzzed.
And the more you use, the more it takes to get you to that point of ecstasy. It’s a crazy, crazy, crazy lifestyle. I have watched this craziness over the last two years while I was clean. I have seen people spend $80,000 settlements on opiates and not blink and eye. Now the same person who was one top of the world hasn’t a single possession to his name.
It’s all gone in the name of getting high. Or, as we say, “getting well.” Because once you’re hooked, you don’t get more, you’ll get deathly sick and go into withdrawal.