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Finless - RIP (1 Viewer)

WampusCat43 said:
RIP.

I just finished a 9-week session with the local grand jury in northern Kentucky, just outside Cincinnati. We reviewed about 250 felony cases to see if they were worth taking to trial. 90% of them - no lie - involved heroin possession or some kind of theft to buy heroin. Every single one of them was passed on to trial.
This is scary. I wouldn't even know the first place to get heroin. It sounds like with the restrictions on pills like Oxy's the demand is being met with Heroin.Didn't the US stop a lot of the poppy production in Afghanistan? We should have our drones drop roundup bombs on the poppy fields instead of killing kids in Pakistan.
Guess who the people in Afghanistan who have the power, money and will to oppose the Taliban are?

 
Uwe Blab said:
Clifton had one of the best sigs of all time...I laughed every.single.time I saw a post.

2006 league still gets me. :lmao:

"Tony Clifton throws bulls eyes...when he talks people should shut up and listen. His Wisdom breeds champions"- Iowa Players Yahoo League Champion Reginald Cornsilks
2010 - Hooters Invitational - I really like my chances here2009 - Harrah's Platinum Charter Member Dynasty - Champion - Straight Cash Homie

2008 - Hooters Invitational - Runner Up - The Rick Romos

2007 - Savage Nation Dynasty League - Champion - "The Change"

2006 - Uncle Wally's Big Buns Keeper League - 3rd Place - "Butter Cheeks"

2005 - VFW - Redraft - Cheated out of championship by rogue commissioner

2005 - Knights of Columbus - Redraft - Champion - "Our Country"

2004 - Savage Nation Dynasty League - Champion - "4 More Years"

*Cliff's Notes is a work of non-fiction although at times names, locations and situations may be slightly altered to protect both the innocent and the guilty.
Including lodges/clubs was brilliant. Funny thing is, pretty sure I was in that Knights of Columbus league with him and he went 4-10. :mellow:

 
Tangiers :thumbup:

Thoroughly enjoyed Finless & Co. Always thought the addiction stuff as well as almost everything from him was a work .Going to miss the #1 Fan.

 
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This always made me laugh....

The demographics of this place don't match up with me. I'm not some guy who married my high school sweetheart. I don't have a boring job with benefits that puts food on the table for my family. I didn't buy a house is some #### hole suburb where my neighbors house is 3 feet from mine. I'm 35 and I look like I'm 25. I'm still in shape, I have a full head of hair unlike most of you. I'm not fat. I don't eat buffalo wings twice a week. I don't own a pair of Zubas. I can and do score chicks that most of you would not have any chance of sleeping with....ever. This isn't shtick. It's my life. It's funny but at the height of my drug use I had beautiful women giving my their numbers. I was asked out constantly. And then most of you get to go home to your wives who havent slept with you in months. She's overweight and unhappy. She complains constantly and you secretly despise her. But you stay and let her boss you around. You're miserable but you're doing it for the children.
Maybe he wasn't such a great guy.
He probably was a good guy, but he lashed out on occasion because he had issues and insecurities. Even though he calls the married guys miserable in his rant above, he was probably the miserable one deep down. He was trying to convince others and, more importantly, himself that his life was actually great. Deep down he probably didn't want all the women he claimed he got in that rant, he wanted just one woman that would love him unconditionally. He probably felt that void in his life, and coupled with his other issues he concluded his life wasn't worth continuing. Very sad.

RIP, Guy I don't know. I'll pray for you.
He died because he never found the right chick?
From just reading the above rant and doing a little psychoanalysis, not having the right chick probably was a contributing factor to him being depressed and trying to medicate himself with drugs. He might have felt that he had nobody, other than his family members, who truly loved him.
Maybe. It's a possible theory, no doubt.
I don't know any major depressed person who feels like he/she is truly loved and supported. As was shown pretty well imo with Robin Williams, your life can look good on the outside and people and family do love you, but you can still feel so alone inside. It makes it real tough to know who really is in trouble if they put on a good front.

My bro received a call from a good friend last year who was a troubled alcoholic man the night before he killed himself. He came across as doing great in life. He convinced my bro and their other friend, who is a psychiatrist to boot, that life was looking up for him and excited about it. A couple weeks later when neighbors suspected something was wrong when there was no sign of him, they found his body in his home. He od'd.

Breaks my heart that people get to that point when help is available if only you reach out.
Depression is serious and scoffed at by some. Looking back Fin often seemed to be crying out for attention and maybe even some help.

 
I spoke with my buddy some today about IRL fin who was his best friend growing up. Lem said he was "very honest and ALWAYS right". They were 3 friends. 2 of the 3 now gone due to drugs. So there's that.

 
This always made me laugh....

The demographics of this place don't match up with me. I'm not some guy who married my high school sweetheart. I don't have a boring job with benefits that puts food on the table for my family. I didn't buy a house is some #### hole suburb where my neighbors house is 3 feet from mine. I'm 35 and I look like I'm 25. I'm still in shape, I have a full head of hair unlike most of you. I'm not fat. I don't eat buffalo wings twice a week. I don't own a pair of Zubas. I can and do score chicks that most of you would not have any chance of sleeping with....ever. This isn't shtick. It's my life. It's funny but at the height of my drug use I had beautiful women giving my their numbers. I was asked out constantly. And then most of you get to go home to your wives who havent slept with you in months. She's overweight and unhappy. She complains constantly and you secretly despise her. But you stay and let her boss you around. You're miserable but you're doing it for the children.
Maybe he wasn't such a great guy.
He probably was a good guy, but he lashed out on occasion because he had issues and insecurities. Even though he calls the married guys miserable in his rant above, he was probably the miserable one deep down. He was trying to convince others and, more importantly, himself that his life was actually great. Deep down he probably didn't want all the women he claimed he got in that rant, he wanted just one woman that would love him unconditionally. He probably felt that void in his life, and coupled with his other issues he concluded his life wasn't worth continuing. Very sad.

RIP, Guy I don't know. I'll pray for you.
He died because he never found the right chick?
From just reading the above rant and doing a little psychoanalysis, not having the right chick probably was a contributing factor to him being depressed and trying to medicate himself with drugs. He might have felt that he had nobody, other than his family members, who truly loved him.
Maybe. It's a possible theory, no doubt.
I don't know any major depressed person who feels like he/she is truly loved and supported. As was shown pretty well imo with Robin Williams, your life can look good on the outside and people and family do love you, but you can still feel so alone inside. It makes it real tough to know who really is in trouble if they put on a good front.

My bro received a call from a good friend last year who was a troubled alcoholic man the night before he killed himself. He came across as doing great in life. He convinced my bro and their other friend, who is a psychiatrist to boot, that life was looking up for him and excited about it. A couple weeks later when neighbors suspected something was wrong when there was no sign of him, they found his body in his home. He od'd.

Breaks my heart that people get to that point when help is available if only you reach out.
Depression is serious and scoffed at by some. Looking back Fin often seemed to be crying out for attention and maybe even some help.
Reading back on his posts, I have no doubt. Too bad no one really tried to reach out and just went along with his "humor" and such, if that's the case. Not saying it would have saved him but you wouldn't believe what an enormous impact it is for someone that far gone to have someone he doesn't know except on a message board to reach out and seriously insist on meeting up. You "expect" your family to care but a stranger?? I do agree that sometimes there is just too much mocking going on, "fun", that the seriousness of something can easily be missed on an anonymous message board where most of it is casual and fun.

A few in my family have mental issues and one has drug and alcohol addiction on top. I'm basically their lifeline as the rest of the fam either doesn't get it and makes it worse for them as a result or have washed their hands of trying. It's a life long thing and you don't just get better and that's it. A couple people have my phone number AA style where they pick up the phone if they are thinking of ending it or just to talk.

There is a saying that the best legacy you can leave behind about yourself is all the good and positive things you have done for others. And in the area of addictions and mental illness where there is much work and attention needed, and I'm not sure if we'll ever get there, this is my small contribution to those who I can help even a little bit.

 
I spoke with my buddy some today about IRL fin who was his best friend growing up. Lem said he was "very honest and ALWAYS right". They were 3 friends. 2 of the 3 now gone due to drugs. So there's that.
A good friend I know lost his son on St. Patty's day this year. I only had met his son once. I couldn't stop weeping at the wake. Couldn't imagine what my dear friend was going through. Was utterly heartbroken for him. Still hurts my heart. Saddened for anyone that personally knew Fin, No doubt he was a fun guy to be around, knowing the things he's posted on here. F heroin!!!

 
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"Cocaine is a hell of a drug."
It's awesome, actually.
:goodposting: I enjoy it sprinkled over cornflakes in the morning.
Actually, the preferred method is/was with CoCo Puffs. A little sprinkly snow on top of a bowl afterwards. GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!!!
I'm sorry, what?
Never mind, please drive thru.
I had to research it myself, Dorf.

Rather toot it then smoke it but hey, carry on.

 
Was it determined that cocaine was the drug? I lost 2 friends from college in their 30s who could never shake the habit. At that time we were working in nightclubs on weekends and coke was everywhere...I actually did coke a few times with them when I was in college and after a few big weekends I remember thinking that this drug will kill me one day if I continue with these all nighters. I was not in too deep yet and was able to run away from it. I stopped out of fear for my life.

 
I have another very close friend who is addicted to painkillers. It all started several years ago when he broke his ankle. He also takes muscle relaxants and benzos. We had an intervention for him last year, and he finally went to a hospital for PTSD that also treated his addiction. I just saw him recently, and I noticed he had that look again, and his wife told me he was back on painkillers. She had just found out four days prior. It knocked the wind out of my sails to hear it. He is such a good soul, but he is swallowed in the depths of addiction. He is going to lose his family, and ultimately his life. I dread the day I get the call. I still try to have some hope that he won't meet the same fate as Fin and my three late friends.
I hope this isn't taken the wrong way, but you obviously cared about the guy enough for one intervention -- why give up on him now? Addiction is a #####. Lots of people relapse several times before they finally "get it."

 
I have another very close friend who is addicted to painkillers. It all started several years ago when he broke his ankle. He also takes muscle relaxants and benzos. We had an intervention for him last year, and he finally went to a hospital for PTSD that also treated his addiction. I just saw him recently, and I noticed he had that look again, and his wife told me he was back on painkillers. She had just found out four days prior. It knocked the wind out of my sails to hear it. He is such a good soul, but he is swallowed in the depths of addiction. He is going to lose his family, and ultimately his life. I dread the day I get the call. I still try to have some hope that he won't meet the same fate as Fin and my three late friends.
I hope this isn't taken the wrong way, but you obviously cared about the guy enough for one intervention -- why give up on him now? Addiction is a #####. Lots of people relapse several times before they finally "get it."
Do what they do in Russia.

Reminds me of Cat's Eye - sign up and if you start doing drugs again you will be kidnapped and forced to go through detox for 30 days.

 
Was it determined that cocaine was the drug? I lost 2 friends from college in their 30s who could never shake the habit. At that time we were working in nightclubs on weekends and coke was everywhere...I actually did coke a few times with them when I was in college and after a few big weekends I remember thinking that this drug will kill me one day if I continue with these all nighters. I was not in too deep yet and was able to run away from it. I stopped out of fear for my life.
It was heroin.

 
According to this (PDF link, beware), about 14,000 of the 26,000 drug deaths are due to heroin/opioids. There were about 5,000 deaths from cocaine.

The 2007 National Survey on Drug Use and Health reported 153,000 current heroin users in the US in 2007. Other estimates give figures as high as 900,000.
The National Survey on Drug Use and Health (NSDUH) estimates that in 2008 there were 1.9 million current (past-month) cocaine users, of which approximately 359,000 were current crack users.
So up to 10% of heroin/opioid users die every year compared to less than 0.3% of cocaine users.

 
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A police friend of mine in Providence said there has been a bad batch of H going around here killing people. Was he in Boston?

 
A police friend of mine in Providence said there has been a bad batch of H going around here killing people. Was he in Boston?
I read about that and wondered the same thing.

ETA: Or I should say I saw a headline. I'm not sure what would make it "bad." You'd have to put something in there on purpose, which makes no sense unless somebody connected decided to become a mass murderer. I know if gotten from different supply chains you can end up with wild fluctuations in purity and if you've been on a significantly cut batch for a while and then end up with something much more pure you can kill yourself in an instant if not careful.

 
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I have another very close friend who is addicted to painkillers. It all started several years ago when he broke his ankle. He also takes muscle relaxants and benzos. We had an intervention for him last year, and he finally went to a hospital for PTSD that also treated his addiction. I just saw him recently, and I noticed he had that look again, and his wife told me he was back on painkillers. She had just found out four days prior. It knocked the wind out of my sails to hear it. He is such a good soul, but he is swallowed in the depths of addiction. He is going to lose his family, and ultimately his life. I dread the day I get the call. I still try to have some hope that he won't meet the same fate as Fin and my three late friends.
I hope this isn't taken the wrong way, but you obviously cared about the guy enough for one intervention -- why give up on him now? Addiction is a #####. Lots of people relapse several times before they finally "get it."
I don't take it the wrong way. I don't want to hijack this thread, but I'll give a little more background...I'll never give up on him, but there is nothing left to say that hasn't been said over and over. There was one intervention, but I have had many personal private talks with him regarding his addiction over the last five years. Many. He is my best friend's husband, but I have a close friendship with him too. We are like brother and sister. He is even friends with my parents, and has gone to basketball games w/ them before without me there. I'm the sounding board for him and his wife, but I have never broken either of their trust before.

Anyway, I just don't know what to say to him at this point. I know when I do talk to him about it, he isn't going to be completely honest with me. I found out he was back on the opiates 3 weeks ago when a group of us went to the mountains for a long weekend. I saw him again this past weekend when we went to a football game, and then over to some friend's house to hang out, and spend the night. It wasn't the right time to say anything then. He lives 3 hours away from me, and I will be seeing him again at the end of December. His wife will be filling me in on things before then.

As I mentioned in a previous post, this pill addiction started when he broke his ankle about 5 years ago. He is former military so he uses the VA, and they gave him painkillers like it was candy. Hard stuff too. His PTSD resurfaced at this time, and so he was on a variety of pills for depression. They were mailing him two different benzos (xanax and klonopin), and some junk for restless legs, which he doesn't even have. He had to go to the hospital once for toxicity. He started coming up with all these aches and pains, and they kept mailing him pills. He saw a therapist from time to time there, but she didn't do any good. His wife went to the VA, and raised hell (against his wishes) about all the pills being prescribed for pain, and nobody doing anything to actually fix where the pain was coming from. She was told some of it was phantom pain, and the pain was real to him, and he did have a bum shoulder and needed the meds. What? Dr. Feelgood retired, and another doctor came in, and lessoned the quantity on the painkillers, so my friend went to a primary doctor's PA that had a reputation for writing scripts to anyone. He got anything he wanted. He was hiding pills in his car, shirts, etc. He was nodding out. He had rages of threatening to kill himself. His mother also went to the VA, and raised a stink. A doctor there that wasn't involved with the pill prescribing agreed he was overmedicated, and that what he was on was lethal. He helped setup a plan for an intervention. He told his wife to get her husband's gun out of the house, and she gave it to me to put away. After the intervention my friend was reluctant to do anything, but finally agreed to go to a VA hospital that would treat his PTSD as well wean him off the pills, and decide what he needed to be on for his depression etc. They said his shoulder would heal on its own, and gave him prescription ibuprophen for inflammation.

The VA hospital/rehab he went to was for almost two months. He was there last December, and almost halfway finished when he got discharged. You aren't supposed to bring any opened OTC meds or supplements. He had some open valerian root to help him sleep, and they told him to throw it out. He put it in his bag instead, and they did a bag check, found it, and told him he had to leave, and he could reapply for the next program. His wife was so angry. I was planning to go down to see her and their kid at the end of December, and he called me and asked if I would give him a ride home since I was planning to go to his house in two days. I asked why he was leaving the program early, and he told me. I asked if his wife knew he was calling me asking for a ride, and he said yes, and that she refused to pick him up. I talked to her, and picked him up and drove him home. He re-entered the program two months later, and finished it. He seemed to be doing better. Fast forward a few months, and he recently tracked down that PA that would write scripts for anyone. The PA was at a different practice, but my friend found him. My friends claims he has a bad back now, and will look into surgery. He never even went in to see the PA. The PA just wrote him a script for methadone. WTF? I told my best friend to report that PA ASAP. Generally a pain specialist diagnosis what the problem is, how it can be fixed or managed, and if he needs short term or long term pain medication, and what kind. The PA just wrote a script for methadone, and that was that.

On top of the pills (methadone, muscle relaxers, benzos, mood stabilizers, etc.), he gets secret credit cards, and goes on big spending sprees. He blames it on his PTSD. He calls in sick from work frequently, and if he didn't work for the government and is protected due to his PTSD, he would have been let go from work a long time ago. He wants to go on full disability due to his PTSD, and my best friend does not want him to do that. The bad cycle has started again. His wife loves him, and so does his son, but she will leave him if he continues down this road again. She will not do it again. He is a really good soul, and he is loved by many people. I love him. I don't know what rock bottom he is going to have to hit this time. I hope it isn't one he can't come back from. :( Sorry if this hijacked the thread.

 
The VA hospital/rehab he went to was for almost two months. He was there last December, and almost halfway finished when he got discharged. You aren't supposed to bring any opened OTC meds or supplements. He had some open valerian root to help him sleep, and they told him to throw it out. He put it in his bag instead, and they did a bag check, found it, and told him he had to leave, and he could reapply for the next program.
This is really stupid - punishing a drug addict for doing what a drug addict does. SMH.

 
The VA hospital/rehab he went to was for almost two months. He was there last December, and almost halfway finished when he got discharged. You aren't supposed to bring any opened OTC meds or supplements. He had some open valerian root to help him sleep, and they told him to throw it out. He put it in his bag instead, and they did a bag check, found it, and told him he had to leave, and he could reapply for the next program.
This is really stupid - punishing a drug addict for doing what a drug addict does. SMH.
I think that's pretty much SOP for rehab centers. There's plenty of people waiting to get in.

 
Oof. Tough loss. Dude was obviously out of control, but had a good heart. Tried to link up with him at a Phish show last month, but he only made it down to LA, and not San Diego.

RIP Fins. :tips40:

 
Simey, that is sad story and hope your friend turns it around. Unfortunately, the VA and the way this country has treated veterans is a total disgrace.

Also, interesting recent article in the The Atlantic about the rise of Heroin - http://www.theatlantic.com/features/archive/2014/10/the-new-heroin-epidemic/382020/
Shortly after Purdue Pharma introduced OxyContin, an oxycodone opioid, in 1996, the company sent thousands of physicians and pharmacists on all-expenses-paid junkets to resorts across the southwestern United States to learn about the drug. Purdue bolstered its sales force and compiled databases of doctors who were likely to prescribe OxyContin. Its sales representatives received millions in bonuses for persuading doctors to write scripts. The company argued that, because of its time-release formula, the drug was far less addictive than Percocet or Vicodin.

“The distribution to health care professionals of branded promotional items such as OxyContin fishing hats, stuffed plush toys, and music compact discs ... was unprecedented for a schedule II opioid,” Virginia primary care doctor Art Van Zee wrote in an article in the American Journal of Public Health. Among the swag was a CD titled “Swing in the right direction with OxyContin” and a pedometer that reads, “OxyContin ... A step in the right direction.” By 2002, doctors were prescribing 10 timesmore OxyContin than they had in 1997, and the drug’s sales made up 80 to 90 percent of Purdue’s revenues.

In 2007, Purdue pled guilty to misleading the public about the risk of addiction to the drug in a lawsuit brought by the U.S. Department of Justice, and it paid $634.5 million in fines. Three of its executives also pleaded guilty to criminal charges. In a statement to The Atlantic, a Purdue representative said the company “accepted full responsibility for the actions some of its colleagues took during a period that ended in 2001.”

One of the consequences of the marketing blitz was a fundamental change in the way pain was perceived, both by doctors and by patients. Pain was no longer understood as something that had to be endured—it could be easily and quickly treated with pills.

 
I had a friend from college, whom I hadn't seen in 15-20 years, find me on FB a couple of years ago. He would randomly pop online at night to chat with me about my life, my line of work (we worked together in college, and he did the same thing for a while after he graduated), etc. We had an ultimately surreal chat one night in which we broke the news to each other of two college colleagues who both had died way too young (heart attack, leukemia).

So I was shocked when my college roommate messaged me out of the blue about three months later to tell me our friend had died, and it was alcoholism. The friend had reached out to him, as well as another older friend/mentor of ours, with details of his struggles -- no job, in/out of a shelter, all of the physical issues that came with it.

Most of our common friends also were shocked when I broke the news to them, and what it was. Looking back, it seemed he was reaching out to all of us to reconnect with a time in his life that made him happy, but he only let a select few into that dark corner of his life. I still felt a bit helpless after that, even though I knew there was nothing I really could have done.

Addiction sucks, no matter what it is, and it's a constant battle for those who have it.

 
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Awful story, simey. I'm glad you're hanging in there for your friend. I know a lot of addicts and sadly many, many of them relapse. But many of those that relapse a bunch of times will ultimately get sober.

There was always a joke when I was in the military about visiting the doctors: Have a toothache? Here's some Motrin. Broken femur? Here's some Motrin. I guess it should be no surprise that the POS organization that is the VA would be even worse.

 
Damn, Fin will be missed. Few could walk the line between shtick and reality like he could. Whether he was posting something hilarious or downright depressing, he was never boring.

 
RIP Fin.

I don't recall ever really interacting with him on here. Maybe I did...maybe I didn't. Memory is fuzzy and notebook long thrown out. But I remember his name well over many years of scrolling through posts and what not.

In a strange way, many of us have kind of grown up with each other...faceless...semi nameless. We have been posting on these boards for more than a decade. Many of us for like a dozen years. Now we are starting to die. Kind of eerie and kind of unsure how to process this phenomenon. Very unsettling and leaves me a little disjointed.

 
I have another very close friend who is addicted to painkillers. It all started several years ago when he broke his ankle. He also takes muscle relaxants and benzos. We had an intervention for him last year, and he finally went to a hospital for PTSD that also treated his addiction. I just saw him recently, and I noticed he had that look again, and his wife told me he was back on painkillers. She had just found out four days prior. It knocked the wind out of my sails to hear it. He is such a good soul, but he is swallowed in the depths of addiction. He is going to lose his family, and ultimately his life. I dread the day I get the call. I still try to have some hope that he won't meet the same fate as Fin and my three late friends.
I hope this isn't taken the wrong way, but you obviously cared about the guy enough for one intervention -- why give up on him now? Addiction is a #####. Lots of people relapse several times before they finally "get it."
I don't take it the wrong way. I don't want to hijack this thread, but I'll give a little more background...I'll never give up on him, but there is nothing left to say that hasn't been said over and over. There was one intervention, but I have had many personal private talks with him regarding his addiction over the last five years. Many. He is my best friend's husband, but I have a close friendship with him too. We are like brother and sister. He is even friends with my parents, and has gone to basketball games w/ them before without me there. I'm the sounding board for him and his wife, but I have never broken either of their trust before.

Anyway, I just don't know what to say to him at this point. I know when I do talk to him about it, he isn't going to be completely honest with me. I found out he was back on the opiates 3 weeks ago when a group of us went to the mountains for a long weekend. I saw him again this past weekend when we went to a football game, and then over to some friend's house to hang out, and spend the night. It wasn't the right time to say anything then. He lives 3 hours away from me, and I will be seeing him again at the end of December. His wife will be filling me in on things before then.

As I mentioned in a previous post, this pill addiction started when he broke his ankle about 5 years ago. He is former military so he uses the VA, and they gave him painkillers like it was candy. Hard stuff too. His PTSD resurfaced at this time, and so he was on a variety of pills for depression. They were mailing him two different benzos (xanax and klonopin), and some junk for restless legs, which he doesn't even have. He had to go to the hospital once for toxicity. He started coming up with all these aches and pains, and they kept mailing him pills. He saw a therapist from time to time there, but she didn't do any good. His wife went to the VA, and raised hell (against his wishes) about all the pills being prescribed for pain, and nobody doing anything to actually fix where the pain was coming from. She was told some of it was phantom pain, and the pain was real to him, and he did have a bum shoulder and needed the meds. What? Dr. Feelgood retired, and another doctor came in, and lessoned the quantity on the painkillers, so my friend went to a primary doctor's PA that had a reputation for writing scripts to anyone. He got anything he wanted. He was hiding pills in his car, shirts, etc. He was nodding out. He had rages of threatening to kill himself. His mother also went to the VA, and raised a stink. A doctor there that wasn't involved with the pill prescribing agreed he was overmedicated, and that what he was on was lethal. He helped setup a plan for an intervention. He told his wife to get her husband's gun out of the house, and she gave it to me to put away. After the intervention my friend was reluctant to do anything, but finally agreed to go to a VA hospital that would treat his PTSD as well wean him off the pills, and decide what he needed to be on for his depression etc. They said his shoulder would heal on its own, and gave him prescription ibuprophen for inflammation.

The VA hospital/rehab he went to was for almost two months. He was there last December, and almost halfway finished when he got discharged. You aren't supposed to bring any opened OTC meds or supplements. He had some open valerian root to help him sleep, and they told him to throw it out. He put it in his bag instead, and they did a bag check, found it, and told him he had to leave, and he could reapply for the next program. His wife was so angry. I was planning to go down to see her and their kid at the end of December, and he called me and asked if I would give him a ride home since I was planning to go to his house in two days. I asked why he was leaving the program early, and he told me. I asked if his wife knew he was calling me asking for a ride, and he said yes, and that she refused to pick him up. I talked to her, and picked him up and drove him home. He re-entered the program two months later, and finished it. He seemed to be doing better. Fast forward a few months, and he recently tracked down that PA that would write scripts for anyone. The PA was at a different practice, but my friend found him. My friends claims he has a bad back now, and will look into surgery. He never even went in to see the PA. The PA just wrote him a script for methadone. WTF? I told my best friend to report that PA ASAP. Generally a pain specialist diagnosis what the problem is, how it can be fixed or managed, and if he needs short term or long term pain medication, and what kind. The PA just wrote a script for methadone, and that was that.

On top of the pills (methadone, muscle relaxers, benzos, mood stabilizers, etc.), he gets secret credit cards, and goes on big spending sprees. He blames it on his PTSD. He calls in sick from work frequently, and if he didn't work for the government and is protected due to his PTSD, he would have been let go from work a long time ago. He wants to go on full disability due to his PTSD, and my best friend does not want him to do that. The bad cycle has started again. His wife loves him, and so does his son, but she will leave him if he continues down this road again. She will not do it again. He is a really good soul, and he is loved by many people. I love him. I don't know what rock bottom he is going to have to hit this time. I hope it isn't one he can't come back from. :( Sorry if this hijacked the thread.
I have little to no experience with this. My only suggestions is to maybe take what you wrote here and have him read it. Not necessarily on the site as he may not like that but take the text and show him.

 
The Colorado celebration of Chris's Life will be held at the Four Seasons Denver in the Cottonwood Ballroom on November 17, 2014. The doors open 5:30PM the show begins between 6:15-6:30 or when it feels right. A bunch of emails will be sent. Please spread the word. Please bring photos, stories, and your love for Chris. Rona and Melissa are so looking forward to seeing, meeting, and listening to you. Coco is looking forward to this too! All are welcome. We know there are so many people from so many paths and places grateful to have known him, and so sad to say goodbye
 
The Colorado celebration of Chris's Life will be held at the Four Seasons Denver in the Cottonwood Ballroom on November 17, 2014. The doors open 5:30PM the show begins between 6:15-6:30 or when it feels right. A bunch of emails will be sent. Please spread the word. Please bring photos, stories, and your love for Chris. Rona and Melissa are so looking forward to seeing, meeting, and listening to you. Coco is looking forward to this too! All are welcome. We know there are so many people from so many paths and places grateful to have known him, and so sad to say goodbye
It seems Chris touched a lot of people in his life. I wish I would of known more of the Chris side of Finless.

 
I just wanna say that nobody should feel bad for hijacking this thread if it leads to more awareness. Awareness for others to never try it, to inspire us to help a friend or loved one, or even as a reminder to treat people better. Awake up call for some.

Christ I'm getting soft.

 
Sitting in my car drinking a coffee and reading the paper while waiting for my son's hockey game to start...never look at obits but while leafing through the Boston Globe pic of Chris caught my eye, one of the fishing photos, accompanied by a nice write up.

 

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