The Best-Laid Plans

When you're planning a camping trip to spend more time with your family, you aren't worried about whether or not an injury sustained during said trip will result in pain medication addiction. My failure to look five steps ahead caused to develop an OxyContin addiction that lasted almost a year and a half. We were halfway through the trail, and stopped for a day to go rock climbing. My rope wasn't secure and I wound up falling fifteen feet off a ridge and landing on my shoulder—it was either that or my neck. When I went to the ER, the first thing they did was give pills for the pain. 
At that moment, these little, blue time-bombs simply represented a way to stop the pain. It was months before I knew how much influence they would come to have over my life. After about two months, OxyContin and I became fast friends, so much so that I lied to my doctor about how much pain I was in so we could spend more time together. Looking back on my addiction, this is where things really got started and they just gradually got worse from here. It wasn't long before I was deviating from my doctor-prescribed regimen, which I had stopped needing a while ago. 
I was less and less able to wait for my next pill as time went on, and before long, I was incredibly irritable when I didn't have any. My wife and kids started noticing serious and frightening changes in my personality. I would blow over the stupidest things like dish towels or picking the kids up from school. More than once, my wife and I fought about my painkiller abuse. What I construed as belittling and criticism was actually just her trying to get her husband and the father of her children to come back, and leave the pills alone. 
The moment I decided to get help was when she, at the end of her rope and after months of trying to reason with me, threatened separation. I was so self-involved that I didn't even realize things had gotten so bad. I thought: "Other people get separated, but not me. " But I could see that she had truly had enough, and made the decision right then and there that my family was more important than drugs, or anything else in the world for that matter. 
After a month in treatment and another three in outpatient therapy, I am happy to report that I've gotten a handle on my pain medication addiction, and have kept my word to my wife and kids that they mean more to me than anything else. It's not always easy doing the right thing, but the consequences of doing what's wrong can sting far more than the sacrifice of doing what's right. 

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