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I'm not a student, just someone who was linked to this thread.
Reading this thread has been particularly interesting to me as a recovering addict (3 years, 10 months clean). It's kind of surreal to read post after post that could very well have been written about me.
Oh, my...the things I tried to pull, truly believing that I would get away with it! I was SURELY smarter than any pharmacist and I really thought I was being clever with the "someone stole my pills", "I dropped my pills in a sink full of water", "I am going on vacation", "I left my pills where I was vacationing" excuses.
My DOC was percocet, but any narcotic would do in a pinch. I don't think there was a doctor/ER/dentist within a 50 mile radius of where I lived that I hadn't visited, just keeping up with my own addiction was like a full time job. When that got to be too much, I added in prescription altering.
Until one pharmacist caught on to what I was up to and did something about it and the jig was up. For a while I HATED that man with a white hot passion because of the problems it caused for me (yep, blamed the pharmacist and not myself of course). I had an array of legal issues to deal with, not just rehab. I did some time and also got probation, but got off relatively easily because I'd never been in any trouble at all prior to that and because it was clearly an addiction issue (as in the pills were for my personal use and I wasn't selling them). It took me a long time to realize that he saved my life. I won't even go into how many percocet I had been taking every day, nobody ever believes it...but anyway, I know I would have been dead had I been able to keep it up much longer.
About a year ago, I called that pharmacist up and thanked him for taking action instead of looking the other way. I thanked him because the one step he took led to the chain of events that leave me here alive and in recovery today.
So be nice to your pharmacist...you never know when he might save your life.
Reading this thread has been particularly interesting to me as a recovering addict (3 years, 10 months clean). It's kind of surreal to read post after post that could very well have been written about me.
Oh, my...the things I tried to pull, truly believing that I would get away with it! I was SURELY smarter than any pharmacist and I really thought I was being clever with the "someone stole my pills", "I dropped my pills in a sink full of water", "I am going on vacation", "I left my pills where I was vacationing" excuses.
My DOC was percocet, but any narcotic would do in a pinch. I don't think there was a doctor/ER/dentist within a 50 mile radius of where I lived that I hadn't visited, just keeping up with my own addiction was like a full time job. When that got to be too much, I added in prescription altering.
Until one pharmacist caught on to what I was up to and did something about it and the jig was up. For a while I HATED that man with a white hot passion because of the problems it caused for me (yep, blamed the pharmacist and not myself of course). I had an array of legal issues to deal with, not just rehab. I did some time and also got probation, but got off relatively easily because I'd never been in any trouble at all prior to that and because it was clearly an addiction issue (as in the pills were for my personal use and I wasn't selling them). It took me a long time to realize that he saved my life. I won't even go into how many percocet I had been taking every day, nobody ever believes it...but anyway, I know I would have been dead had I been able to keep it up much longer.
About a year ago, I called that pharmacist up and thanked him for taking action instead of looking the other way. I thanked him because the one step he took led to the chain of events that leave me here alive and in recovery today.
So be nice to your pharmacist...you never know when he might save your life.