Oxymorphone, when prescribed by a doctor, is used to relieve moderate to severe pain in people whose pain is not controlled with other medications. It's in a class of medications called opiate analgesics. It works by changing the way the body responds to pain. Oxymorphone, known as Opana, is similar to oxycodone except that it's MUCH stronger.
Please get immediate medical attention if you develop any of these life-threatening symptoms:
- unusual dizziness
- extreme sleepiness
- slowed or difficult breathing
Also, drinking alcohol, taking prescription and/or nonprescription medications that contain alcohol, or using street drugs while you're using oxymorphone significantly increases the risk that you will experience serious, life-threatening side effects or overdose. Do not drink alcohol, take prescription or nonprescription medications that contain alcohol, or use street drugs during your treatment.
Pills, Americas Pastime!
from the Midwest
This is the story of my addiction to pills from age 14 to 16, along with the drinking I did as well. I started doing pills due to medical reasons, but what the doctor gave me never did do the trick. I thought I was going to be in pain my whole life, so I was willing to try anything to stop it.
Living in a small town, the teenagers would get bored easily. Pills were the multi-purpose thing. Wanted to "relax", have more energy the ever before... Well to us drugs were a life-saver, what an oxymoron.
It started as me just wanting freedom from my pain. I now know it was a path that could have killed me many a time. I kept upping the amount of oxymorphone more and more. I went from self medicating to using them as my party drug, my escape, it was all such a thrill to me.
I decided to go big one night, trying to prove myself and friends I was invincible, I popped one pill after another, giggling away.
Then I felt sick, really sick. When I started panicking I told my friend "I think I took too many, please take me home, I need my mom." He just laughed and said "I hate babysitting." I started to panic, and that is when I blacked out.
I was in catatonic state, unable to speak, and my friend carried me like a rag doll. Still they did not take me home thinking I would just sober up, and their fear for getting arrested. I don't know how I got home, but I do know my mom just found me in the kitchen lifeless looking. She thought I was joking until she saw my eyes, almost no color was visible. She didn't know what happened, nor could I tell her.
I started waking up in an ambulance. They were asking me why I tried to kill myself. I didn't ever want to kill myself, but there I was in the hospital saying goodbyes just in case I didn't make it.
My mother crying, my father shaking his head, and my brother stared with sympathy. I recovered luckily, I stayed there for 18 hours. Once I got out of the hospital I knew my life HAD to change. I left those "friends" behind as they did to me that night.
I now live a happy, healthy life. I replaced the drugs with hobbies, I learned drugs are not hobbies. Now I get my thrills from playing music, dancing, and even fire-eating! I decided I needed thrills in my life, but something I can be proud of.