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And as for "cakes", I heard some guy telling he got his take homes cancelled since the tests showed some trace amounts of opies, after he has some poppy-cake eaten. The doc told him openly they were too tiny to be a result of some dope using. I'm only curious how they justified it in documents. "The patient abuses/indulges himself with poppy-cakes"? Fucking joke.
Isn't it akin to a situation they put you in jail for having a pocket knife as they provides you with a machine gun day by day?
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I meet him private, he charges about $25 per visit (plus about $20 I need to leave in pharmacy, as it's not covered by insurance) but since he's allowed to prescribe me only 300mgs for two weeks or even less, it isn't able to fix me for this time, no way, even if I can afford it.
Wait.... u can't afford $25 and $20 every two weeks?
Wow. What does ur dealer charge?
That's less than $100 a month Something doesn't make sense there. 300 every 2 weeks is like 20mg a day only. That's not a lot, sure, but should be enough to keep u out of horrible was, no?
Also, what in the fuckkng fuxl? Did u lose take homes for eating poppy seed cake, for real? Or was it a "got high and got caught with opies in ur piss and lied and said u are poppy seed cake"--situation??? Don't lie!!!!
@dizzle , @Thoms
wait...
looks we have at least two relevant misunderstandins here.
Nikita doesn't lie... and if at all, then not to the fellow O'philes/d&users :)).
I can only blame my poor English for my expression being not clearly/lucid enough.
As for being poor-hey, even if my English is "poor", I'm not so much. Looks my English is poorer than I am. (flat joke)
I never said I CAN'T AFFORD what the doc charges, on the contrary, I said that even if I CAN AFFORD IT (maybe I needed to word it like "even since I can afford it", or "even being able to afford it"), the maximum of what he's in position to offer me is still the drop in the ocean of need-this is exactly what I meant.
It isn't money issue, it's still regulation/law issue I have to struggle with at this point.
$45 ($25 per visit plus about $20 per methadone itsef) every two weeks is passable to me, it's half of what my currently dealer charges for his shamelessly cut shit and 1/4(!) of what my previous vendor required, since he has developed a monopoly and cared on at least half population of "methadone' exilers".
(btw, the guy's biting a dust for less than a month, passed away for actually no one specific reason, once he landed in hospital he never left it anymore, we could only guess that being so voracious he has developed a huge habit, what might somehow contributed to his death, as got to the ward high and dry and the staff has probably downplayed it as they usually do. Greedy or not-good guy anyway, I liked his stuff being always pristine pure and respected him for talking openly/honestly about "not being here for a charity". I miss the guy, not only his stuff.).
Currently I do rely on three different sources-I'm tryin' to grasp any occasion since I lost the regular supplies. This is so fucking stressfull and frustrating to permanently keep an eye on "where in the city someone is going to shed few drops of the sirup" and get there in the right time. As a street junkie I was basically pretty unconcerned and used not to freak out as something went wrong, but since I have joined the maintenance I got spoiled and permanently bothered for my stash. Getting oldier doesn't help, too.
I have to concoct some way to "bleed this doc dry" since I suppose he might "quibble" in order to see me as often as possible for an obvious money-reason.
Not so positive at all whether this poor 300 every two weeks is all he's allowed to prescribe, by the other hand, I know all the procedure is a little bit "shady"/informally, in the best case something definitely unusual (as far I know), since he needed to apply for some special permission to get the proper receipe forms.
As I entered his office first time and asked him to care on me, he denied firmly telling he's absolutely not entitled to do things like that. It took a little to convince him to change his mind and I truly doubt money were the "ultima ratio". It just doesn't work this way.
Regulations are pretty restrictive as for methadone over here.
There's some very firmly and distinct line between the pain management' and opiate substitution' purposes drawn, so to say. Kinda "Methadone Apartheid".
"Scripts system" is meant only as a way of pain management, it is targeted to a very small population of the people and involves only some tiny doses, like few milligrams a day or so.
The "substitution version of the game" (what allows and deals with doses higher than few miligrams per day) is reserved for and ruled by only government institutions (like clinics/hospitals).
However, clinics are in many ways independent and self-governing, and the regulation/law is thus formulated so it could be interpreted for 1001 ways regarding on the chief's willfullness.
There's an abyss between the possibly meanings of the word "failure", since it's so ambigous. It ranges from having positive tested for THC to opies, and "opies" might refer to being "caught" having poppy-seed cake eaten as well as to an episode of shooting up dope in the front of camera.
The term "failure" ("violation of rules") doesn't specify/settle about circumstances, amount etc. and possibly "consequences" related.
The doc does basing on another one euphemism-"the good/benefit of the patient".
In the same name of the "benefit of patient" I got kicked out on the street, are people in other, more reasonable and minded clinics warned they are going to be tested soon, so "you'd better watch your veins", lol.
I was just unfortunate to be under the worst, most narrow minded "interpreter" ever possible.
And as for cake-I didn't tell I lost my take homes for it-but my dealer did, indeed. (He's pretty much dumbass but since I have found him oh-so-much-frustrated as I know for sure he's clean-I'm willing to believe him).
I personally lost my take homes for using benzos, what I agreed gladly, since I have them prescribed in the same clinic for years.
The doc buzzed to me something like "the times they are a changin" and told he has heard rummors flying, indeed, about this "reprehensible procedures occuring" but since he's in charge it's gonna be definitely over. "Things are going to be straight again.", he said.
"Straight til getting wet", I mumbled, but he apparently didn't dig the joke.
"So what have I do?", I asked him kinda exalted, "I'm addicted to them but good, you know what benzo w/d is, doc. I need them to do, desperately. I don't expect you giving me scripts for them obviously, but I'd be thankfull if you'll turn the blind eye. You can always just miss them as you order tests, can't you. Doc?"
("Damn, you sure is greedy for this stuff" ;D)
"My heart is bleeding but I can't do it for you, miss Nikita, no matter how sorry I feel but you'd better forget it since I declared war on any "oversights" in this clinic. Right the next door is psychiatric ward I shall to send you to the detox, can you see it? I want you be there within the month unless I'm going to arrange a real merry-go-round for you in this clinic before I get rid of you. Although it's going to be rather like hell..."
Well, one hell or another, doc...
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