Jan
01
2006
5

My experiences with Demerol (Meperidine)

Demerol... only fun for a day... then it becomes a trapA few years back during a very stressful time in my life when it seems everything was going the wrong way, my appendix decided it had enough and wanted out of my body. After a night of vomiting and a general feeling of being hung over, I visited the doctor in the morning and asked him what was wrong. It took him about 10 seconds to tell I had appendicitis and to head to the hospital.

Once at the hospital, I was brought into the back where all the other sick people where and put on IV, later that night I was in the surgery room – my appendix got its wish. This was my first time in surgery so I figured I would try to fight off the anesthetic they gave me, so I cracked a joke to the doctor and about 1 second later I was waking up. I asked the nurse what happened and she said surgery was done, I didn’t believe her so she told me to check and surely enough, it was done.

Introduction to an opiate

I woke up the next day, not sure when but feeling so tired even though I slept all night. I asked the nurse if this was normal and she told me it was because I was on alternating IVs of antibiotics and an opioid called demerol (meperidine). I figured since I was in the hospital, I might as well experiment so I asked the nurse if she could hook me up with some morphine, I was curious about it but she told me Demerol produced similar results with less side effects. My experimentation was over and my curiosity was satisfied.

I think I was in the hospital for a total of 3 days, sometimes very alert and other times just drifting in and out of consciousness. It was a weird state, people would come visit me and I would fall asleep when I wanted to talk to them or I would try to say something but I could barely muster the strength to say it loud enough.

Suffice it to say, after 3 days being drugged at the hospital I couldn’t wait to get out. I was walking a little bit but I generally didn’t feel myself at all, I hate being in a hospital and even worse when I am a patient. Thankfully, I haven’t returned as neither since.

Second hit of opiate

About a year ago, I went in for a colonoscopy to check a few things out, the doctor who was performing the procedure mentioned the word Demerol to me for pain management but at first I refused. Around the end of the procedure, I told the doc to inject me, as I wasn’t feeling very well with too much hose up inside of me. Right after the injection, I felt very easy going – the stress just melted away and I was very relaxed.

Am I hooked?

From my two experiences with a mild opiate thus far in my life, I can easily say NO. It is probably safe to say that heroin, oxycodone (oxyContin), methadone (dolophine), morphine sulfateand and all those other opioids out there probably have a much stronger effect on the mind/ body then demerol. But for me, I actually enjoy knowing what is going on in my body, not somewhat spaced out. I enjoy the process of thinking clearly.

If you suffer from chronic pain, I can completely see the reason why opiates would be an attractive venture but if your perfectly healthy, I fail to see the point.

The Bottom Line

I can’t fathom the attraction to being strung out like I was for 3 days at the hospital and calling that a life. My two sisters seem to, and it even cost one of them their life, but I guess that I either physical or mental block as to craving or wanting that type of lifestyle. That is a good thing

Jan
01
2006
--

You don’t get a second chance at LIFE

My Sister will sadly never ageTragedy can take on many forms, but I can’t think of one that comes closer than loosing a relative who struggled through life due to a series of bad decisions. We are all born with the same opportunity – to reach our full potential. Some people can clearly see the road ahead of them while others need a map with directions but thankfully, most of us do eventually find our passion for life.

Dominique passes away

Over the holidays, on the morning of December 25th 2005 – my younger sister died far too young due to a crack cocaine (we suspect an overdose but need to wait 3 months for the toxicology report for confirmation). She had no children and will be remembered by my parents, her older sister and me. Although she had issues later in life, she was finally facing up to them, which was making me very proud to be called her brother but the hands of fate had other plans – relapsing after a detox program proved fatal for her. She killed herself and she is the only one to blame. I wonder if she would have known that it was her last day if she would have made a better decision, drugs tend to replace rational thinking. I told my mom upon first hearing of this horrible news that “when it’s your time to go, there is no bargaining to be made, the decision is final whether you agree with it or not”.

Addictions are everywhere

There are two ways to kill yourself when you have an addiction. Slowly is how many people cowardly prefer to do it, this includes nicotine/opiates, food and alcohol. Society seems to accept this and I have yet to find a valid reason for it beyond death profiteering. The other way is one quick action but regardless, abuse of a substance no matter how benign “you” may think they are not only hurts yourself but most importantly those around you. Seek help before you become a statistic.

Make a difference before time runs out

I often say that the only thing that sucks about life is that it must end, I dedicate my ongoing efforts here at myfoodcount.com to the loving memory of my sister, Dominique Cantin. I will honor her memory of who she was before drugs took over her life by producing enough change in this world for the both of us.

If anybody reading this has an addiction or knows somebody who is going through it, please feel free to send/print/distribute this “issue of the week” with a link to myfoodcount.com. I want to develop a resource shortly for people to find help when they are ready. I hope I can play a role in preventing more senseless tragedies like the one I experienced over the holidays. I hope my sisters death will tell them it can happen to anybody no matter where you are from, type of substance used or invincible you may feel.

The Bottom Line

Face up to your problems no matter how small you think they are before time runs out on you. You only have one life, appreciate it for the gift that it is – use it to make a positive difference in this world!

Written by Jon in: death,drugs,mortality,truth |