Pregabalin and oxycodone

Heroin and oxycodone are absolute killers.

BTW to the commenters, Oxycodone and Oxytocin are completely unrelated.

I took OxyContin for pain, it worked but I didn’t like it made me feel. I now take oxycodone so I can control the dose. The drug saved my life and I’m able to function. Please don’t take these drugs for recreation, they can kill you.

Oxycodone And hydrocodone are both quite licit, at least here in the US and , again here, can’t easily be cut with anything else because they’re pills not powders.
Something interesting about the quaranteam stories is that most comment under their Lit names, not as anonymous.
Keep it up

Very good story, JB, thanks much for posting it here. You almost got me to feel sorry for Donna. Almost. I kind of picture her just drifting
through life for a few months, then washing half a bottle of trazodone, or maybe oxycodone down with a bottle of gin, and just giving up. It really is sad.
5 stars

I loved this! I, too, suffer from severe neuropathy due to an autoimmune disease of the central nervous system. Thankfully, it's mostly under control right now thanks to Pregabalin. Before that I was on Gabapentin for years until I was eventually on the max dose and it no longer had the desired effect. I dread the day Pregabalin no longer helps me. While reading, I kept wondering why she didn't take any meds. Life was pretty unbearable before them, for me. I chose to assume that she tried them and they didn't work for her or she eventually became immune to them. I remember what it was like to not be able to be touched because the pain was too intense. That pins and needles, itchy, tingly feeling of being on fire is miserable. I was nodding my head when you mentioned tight constant pressure not being as bad as loose touching. It reminded me of how I'd lay in bed and it'd hurt to lay down but eventually I'd get used to it. The real torture came from someone trying to put a bed sheet over me. Fuck no. The pain of a thin little bed sheet was unbearable. When I read that I kept thinking, but being underwater helps. I'd spend entire days in the bathtub, sometimes even sleeping in it, just so the pain would be lessened, to have just an hour or two where I didn't want to scream. I preferred warm or hot water over cooler water though. I always felt like I was on fire so the temperature change with cool water was uncomfortable. Anyway, while I was thinking about how much being submerged helps, you introduced a pool not a page later. Really great work on accurately describing life with neuropathy and how painful and isolating it can be.
I often think about how I'd love to read a story on here in the BDSM category where the sub was chronically ill and how that'd change the play. I'd love to read the steps the Dom would take to make BDSM accessible for the sub while still being mindful of her symptoms and limitations, which can be a broad, varied, long, and constantly changing list. It'd be fascinating to read the tricks and work arounds the Dom would use to still accommodate the sub's desires while constantly having to keep an eye on her health and limits considering that the chronically ill often push themselves harder than they should in every day life and pay for it later with pain, exhaustion, and/or an increase in symptoms of their illness. I've considered pitching this idea one of my favorite authors here but she's in the middle of a long series right now. Anyway, this story is the closest I've come to finding something like that here and it was lovely. Usually what I come across that includes disability, especially in Romance, are stories where a person is either blind or deaf, or a spouse or parent finding love again after cancer has taken their spouse/child. While those are great, they don't necessarily encompass the often shifting landscape of living with many neurological or rare diseases or even of living with cancer (rather than being the widow/widower). Representation matters and it was great to come across a story where the person has a symptom like mine. Thank you.

I went to the most incompetent dental surgeon's office today. We arrived at noon for the prep for my surgery at one o'clock. The woman at the window informed us we didn't have an appointment. Then she discovered we didn't have an anesthesiologist so she'd cancelled our appointment ~ by calling the wrong home number - twice. She had my wife's mobile number, but never called it. The call to confirm the cancellation never came - because she had the WRONG DAMN NUMBER! My wife called to confirm the appointment this morning around 9 and they told us to show up ... Fucking Idiots! Best of all, the referred us to another surgeon on the opposite side of town, but they wouldn't call them. We had to. They will see me at 3:30 today for the consultation, not the surgery. I fasted for nothing. Better yet, the initial dentist won't renew my Oxycodone and Amoxicillin to help me deal with the inflammation on the right side of my jaw. The lower left and upper right were also infected. Those two areas are now under control ... until I run out of pills. So ... I remain in a great deal of pain, am depressed and waiting for the next full-blown manic phase to hit and ruin my sleep ... and in limbo. I apologize to everyone for making you wait even longer for Chapter 39. I am not in the mood for writing a happy ending right now and I don't want to ruin what I have found to be an upbeat, if cathartic, tale. FinalStand