Hello All,
I am new to this site from Maine. I will share some details of my life so hopefully I can help prevent others from going through the same fate.
I completed nursing school in 1997 and went to work as a pediatric nurse in an MD office. I only drank occasionally on weekends..BUT when I drank I didn't stop til my body stopped me in some way. I continued to work as a nurse and be a wife and mom to 2 kids. I landed a job in a cardiologist office that was "loosely" run where some how they had obtained lots of med samples for percocet. I started creating reasons why the aches and pains..toothaches,leg pain from being on my feet etc. were valid reasons to help myself to the samples, after all they didn't belong to anyone,I wasn't diverting meds from a pt. just easing my pain so I could do my job. It wasn't long til I was taking them several times a day and had trouble thinking or getting out of bed in the morning. I soon lost that job but before I left I made sure I took all the samples so I could get through til I could find a dentist to give me more narcotics Of course I blamed the the Dr for losing my job, which I argued with her about in a crowded waiting room full of patients. I proceeded to use drugs and went to work on an acute care pediatric unit.
This cycle went on for about 2 1/2 years until I felt like I was losing my mind. All I did was cry,scream,and sleep. I moved from Florida back to Maine in an effort to find a geographical cure for the way I was feeling because I was sure it was because I was so far away from my family and friends. I felt a bit better being around them but it did NOTHING for my substance use. I quickly found a "sympathetic" Dr. who prescribed vicodin and my family could easily be persuaded to give me their meds. Some how I was able to keep working as a Home Health nurse, To this day I am not sure how I managed my pts. and driving but I did. In Aug 2005 I contracted Lyme disease which might sound bad to you but it was a secret blessing to me because now I had a REAL reason to need drugs. The disease causes anxiety and sleep disorder(as a result of neurologic impairment) so my Dr. was more than happy to keep me well stocked with xanax and vicodin. No one said anything about how much I was using because I had a reason.For a couple years this kept me happy but in Nov-Dec 2008 we had some financial struggles from my lost work which caused marital disputes and I realized that xanax and vicodin alone didn't help but alcohol ,and xanax together made the hopeless feeling go away. Mostly because I was unconscious. I did that for 2 months passing out during the day and the night and waking up to drink more to go back to sleep again. I even took my kids and left my husband because I was sure he was the cause of my substance abuse. Finally on Jan 31,2008 even though I had a wonderful husband and 2 beautiful children my brain told me I was too unhappy to live anymore. I took a lethal overdose of xanax and tylenol PM and barely survived. I woke up the next morning in the SCU wondering what in the hell I was thinking. Those thoughts were quickly replaced with the crisis nurse explaining my impending commitment to a psych. facility. What? How did this happen. I am a good person and a good nurse? All I could think was how could I do this to my kids,my husband,my family,and my nursing career. I hope you never have to face your young children and explain why you were choosing to die instead of staying with them. I spent 6 days in treatment inpatient the first 3 blaming EVERYTHING on the effects of xanax and how as an RN I would be very cautious with my patients who take it. I was very helpful and supportive of the other pts. but of course I knew I wasn't a drug addict just a victim of medicine. At least that's what I told my shrink. He refused to d/c me and forced me to stop and think about the last few months and my behaviors and actions. I realized that I had created situations and delusions that helped me justify my need for more and more drugs and alcohol. I began remembering things I had done in the past and things that had happened to me and suddenly I realized that I was an addict who had been self medicating since my early teens. I can remember back then saying my life is not out of control like those alcoholics I've met who can't even sleep without being drunk..but 24 years later I became the person who is powerless over drugs and alcohol who was going to sleep drunk daily.
I was released from the hospital with a diagnosis of psychoactive suicide attempt. If you think substance abuse alone makes people wonder how good of a nurse you are try telling them you also suffer from mental illness which now requires medication. I am lucky that I was able to return to my nursing job because I do telephonic disease management from my home. They figure I can't do much damage to pts. on the phone, but gone are the feelings of satisfaction and accomplishment I used to get from my nursing career. Now I get a paycheck and that is about all. I am still in a partial hospital outpatient program and work hard everyday to overcome urges to medicate my feelings away, but most of the time I am grateful to be ALIVE. I hope someday I will be well enough to share my experiences and help others to learn to live again too.
I would love to hear from anyone who would like to talk
lp




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