If you got to take something like suboxone to stay off opiates then so be it. Hell of a lot better than being a junkie living on the streets like my 35yo son has been doing for the last 20 years. Used to be meth but has been street opiates for the last 5 years or so. ODs every few months but lives near Vancouver and he and all his buddies pack multiple doses of Narcan and often use them to save each other from the fentynal/carfentanyl overdoses they all happen across.
I grew up out there and did all the stuff floating around in the late 60s and 70s but never got hooked on anything but booze and tobacco, All legal and perfectly respectable dontcha know.
Booze fucked up my life just as bad as anything else could have. I did a lot of coke, heroin, speed, DMT, MDA, mescaline, acid, 'shrooms and anything that fucked me up for 30 years but never had to crawl back to anything but booze. Still drink every few months and am working on a bottle of Smirnoff's tonight but have a damn good reason to do so.
Waited almost 6 months to get an MRI of my prostate because the urologist thought my lab tests indicated I had a cancer going on in there. Got that done last Thursday and Monday morning they called and told me I scored a 1 on a scale of 5. Like golf the low score wins! It's just normal prostate enlargement common to old farts like me and zero sign of cancer!
If that ain't an excuse to fall off the wagon for a day or two I don't know what else could be. Still a lousy excuse but goddammit I'm taking it and screw anybody that thinks different!
Cudos to you guys that are beating back destructive addictions and building a life for yourselves and your families. I got into AA in my early 30s after crashing my '70 Bonny chopper and sobering up in AA for a year then went back to school for 3 years and earned a diploma in Environmental Chemistry and still don't have a high school diploma. Ended my working life a few years ago driving SuperB oil tankers all over the bush in northern Alberta were I live on my 7.5acre chicken ranch out on the highway 10 miles from a 1 horse town but can grow my pot in peace. I'll be 65 in Oct and take no pharma meds but have a doctor's permission to use 12g/day of pot that would allow me to grow up to 59 plants indoors should I ever decide to register with Hellth Canaduh but I never will. I've has way more than 59 going when I'm pheno hunting and will soon be double that tho only a few will ever be flowered to the end. Catch me if you can but I grew my first buds in '78 and they ain't got me yet!
The last offense I was convicted for was impaired driving in '93, Never charged with a drug offense and the last ticket I got driving was a speeding ticket in '01. Dumb luck as some of my most drunken driving was up here in the boonies in n. AB. Drive for 100s of km and never see another car much less a cop car so chances of getting pulled over are greatly reduced. You basically have to crash into the ditch and even then some drunk-ass redneck with a 4x4 will stop and tow you out for nothing more than a thank you!
Kind of like the law of the north. When it's deep winter and -40 out there you have to be some sort of asshole not to stop and offer assistance when someone flags you down on some remote highway in the middle of nowhere. I've personally saved at least 10 lives by making room in my water truck or tractor taking folks to somewhere warm. Had to toss out my own gear to make room a couple of times but always got it back from those I helped or their family/friends. How many others I've helped by donating blood 46 times I'll never know but I'll keep doing that until they tell me I'm too old to do it. Cutoff is 72 without a doctor's note to say it's OK to keep giving. No reason I can't keep going until I wake up dead.
Donor notation on my driver's license along with registration with the gov't plus telling my spousal unit and all my other family members that they can have whatever part they want to help someone else, Just cremate what's left over and dump the ashes in the lake near the family cabin like we did with dad's 30 years ago. He's still alone in there but almost everybody related to me has expressed a desire for the same end. Mom turns 92 this Aug so should be next but who knows. I damn near busted my hump on the ice at buddy's front walk today so I could be next. LOL
Sorry for the babble and good luck to you all!
