Im gonna talk to a Dr about this here soon but just wanted to hear personal experiences from others. I mainly use oxy but have used kratom on days I don't have any oxy.

I was visiting family in the hospital and I noticed there is a stand that looks like an old school newspaper rack, and it has boxes of Narcan and test strips for free.

I have taken other stronger stuff before but would 360 mg of codeine give me a good high like oxy I have take like 40 mg of that?

I'm currently on oxy 15-20 mg Psychiatrist says I may benefit from a stimulant as long as I don't have any heart problems, which I don't. Questions are, Do you think "the team" of doctors, will be against a stimulant because I'm on oxy? Which stimulant should I go with and why? (Dr. mentioned Adderall most likely unless I want to try something else) Could it help me to stop taking oxy or help withdrawals, Dr. mentioned non stimulant like clonodine which I heard is good for withdrawals but I want to try a stimulant. What should I expect while on stimulants and stimulants and oxy, what dose can I push the limit to without Dr. wanting to switch to something else.

Thanks in advance

I’m 6 days in withdrawal from oxy 240mg/day and Oxymorphone 30 er. I can barely go to the bathroom without feeling like I’m gonna fall down. I’m so weak! I haven’t eaten since Wednesday before Thanksgiving because I am so nauseas. The only med I have is Temazepam for sleep, and even taking five or six of them doesnt help me sleep.

I also have Crohn’s disease and so my guts are torn up!

Advice?

Every time I go to sleep high or I withdrawal I’m sweating, I know I get warm when I’m hot, but I don’t sweat when I nod either only when I sleep

So not sure do this is allowed but I have some green promethazine no codiene nothing else in it just straight promethazine. If I take this Oc 30 and put half of it in the drink would it be like drinking lean with codiene or will I loose the OC

Hey, as the title says, I wanted to know how i can consume these pills, I have no experience with morphine but a lot with other opioids, my tolerance is around 75-125mg odsmt orally per day, hope for a quick answer thanks!✌️

Let’s say I took a nice hefty dose around an hour ago, and then was reminded that my mom was supposed to come over. Can you use Narcan as an “abort mission” button or is that dangerous/uncomfortable enough that it isn’t worth it?

Edit - did not end up taking the narcan, played it cool for the most part but towards the end I could tell she knew 😢

Ok so I have fibromyalgia and I used to use cannabis for managing my symptoms. This led to several doctors labelling me with a substance use disorder.

Does anyone here know if this will make it harder for me to get something like Tylenol with codeine as needed prescribed to me?

Can you share any tips with talking to doctors about legitimately getting treated with opioids on a chronic basis even if it’s only as needed?

I have been having this problem where I wake up in a panic and freak out. I’ll be in a deep sleep or a good nod and I’ll jump up out of bed in a panic. It’s always a horrible,helpless, dreadful panic feeling. And it takes about a good minute or two until I come to my senses (which usually consists of me running to kitchen to cut the lights on and walk around for few mins) once I realize what’s going on, I’ll just lay back down and try to go back to sleep. It happens more and more recently. Does this happen to anyone else?

I was a cancer patient last year and got heavy into oxycodone because they prescribe it like candy to cancer patients. I was up to maybe around 200mg oxy per day. Pharmacy cut me off for getting scripts too early too often and I ended up in rehab to get off the pills. Started taking subs there and eventually weaned off those. It’s been about 5 months or so since all of that and I’ve everyday still craved oxy. Today I hit up my doctor and asked for an oxy script cuz my throat started to hurt again and he sent in a 5 day supply of 10mg oxycodone HCL (ir). I thought once you were on subs it was near impossible to get a script for oxy again. I am so excited to get to feel happy and content again even for just a little while. Still working on figuring myself out so I can be happy without, which I am at times but this just made my fuckin day!

I haven’t drank any caffeine in about a year or so. I’ve been using for about that long as well and I decided hmm tonight an espresso sounds great! NOPE, I’ve currently been on the toilet for 45 with the worst pains and I didn’t think a human could shit this much… it’s like a pipe cleaner 😀 well at least I don’t need to worry about being constipated for now.

im a 18 yo girl, 5'4, idk how much i weigh, im probably a bit underweight. im not very experienced with drugs, but i want to try codeine. i have cough medication (called thiocodin) and there are 15 mg of codeine in one pill and 300 mg of sulfogaiacol. (pls dont suggest extractions from it, idk how to do that). i want to take enough to feel a lot, but i dont wanna overdo it. how much should i take? i was thinking 8 at first and then wait an hour, if i dont feel enough ill add like 2. internet told me to take like 20, but i think thats a bit much, they were recommending that to adult men, id probably settle for a bit less. i have 26 pills. i mostly want to know how much i should take, but i also have additional questions (ive done my research on it already, im just curious if anybody has any additional info)

should i eat beforehand? my friend told me it will kick in after an hour. how long will it last? can i drink on it, or do i better not? will i be able to go to school the next day normally or will i feel bad? what will the trip feel like? can i do anything to prepare so it doesnt go badly?

Long story short my plug I get other random stuff from showed me over video chat he has sealed bottles of oxy. 100 count ones to be exact. He has k 9’s and m box’s for the 30’s and gray “pussy” 20’s. I’ve tried to get him to let me start with a smaller amount but he’ll only sell them by the seal. My question is what are the chances of them being real? I buy oxy constantly and have never gotten a sealed bottle. Also this deal is alot more money than we usually deal with if it does go down I figured that’s worth a mention…

I was a polysubstance drug addict for 17 years up until yesterday I’d been clean for 16 months until I was going through my room and found an old shoebox in my wardrobe that was filled with needles old baggies some ghb and two oxycodone pills. I instantly felt sick after discovering the contents of the shoebox, but after the initial shock of finding it all the only thing I could think about was using and instead of coming clean with my loved one’s and getting rid of it all I went ahead and used. It was almost like I couldn’t control myself, once I had the pills and fresh needles in my hand it was like I became possessed, I instantly went to my desk and crushed the two 10mg oxycodone targin pills and injected them. The initial rush was amazing but soon after I realised that it was too strong and that I had fkd up I made it about two steps out of my room and collapsed. I think after about a minute my body started going into extremely harsh drug induced dystonia, intense myoclonic jerks, my breathing was shuttered almost like each time I tried to inhale I would have a hiccup reaction and I was going in and out of a delirium. While this was all happening I came to the realisation that I was going to die.. but the only thing I could think about was my family and how I didn’t want to lose them or vice versa. After fighting off death for the next I’m not sure how long I managed to remember that my phone was on my kitchen bench and I somehow mustered up all the strength I had left and crawled to my phone to call emergency services. I spent time in the hospital and was just discharged some time ago. I guess I am writing all of this for others who are thinking of using again to say to them that life is way too beautiful to let go of. Please know that there is help out there and that you are loved and cherished..! Stay safe out there people you are worth it..! ❤️🙏🦾

Have some blue morphine sulfate oral solution (20mg/ml). Guides I seen say to dilute before boofing but it’s already watery enough so do I need to? Thx

Has anybody switched from opiates to Xanax/benzos, like cold turkey stop the opiates and switch to Xanax? If so, what was that experience like? Did you sleep from opiate withdrawal or feel any withdrawals?

I've seen this article talked about a lot on other subreddits and most of the comments are people completely ridiculing the claim as another of his crazy conspiracies:

https://people.com/rfk-jr-heroin-use-top-of-class-student-8752783

where he says:

"I did very, very poorly in school, until I started doing narcotics," Kennedy, 70, said on the podcast. "Then I went to the top of my class because my mind was so restless and turbulent and I could not sit still."

Disregarding all of his politics, I find myself understanding what he means when he means as I experience something similar in my youth when I was experimenting with opiates. I was a classic ADD kid that did extremely well on test but couldn't sit down and study for the life of me. I also had extreme general anxiety and basically was always in fight or flight mode (tremors, sweating, clammy, hands, heart pumping fast) when at school and even at home. I couldn't socialize well because of it and my grades were slipping because I couldn't focus on the harder lessons that required actually focusing and studying.

All this changed after getting injured and got a bottle of 5mg hydros. I finally felt like a human. I wasn't constantly shaking and I could talk to people easily and connect with them emotionally. Best of all I was able to relax in class and listen to the teacher. I was able to sit quietly at home and study for hours. It helped so much that I ended up charging other student to do their essays and homework to support my habit.

Even outside of academics, it helped me perform my jobs better and be able to work long hours doing mentally challenging work. I had tried stimulants in the past and they helped me focus but brought way too much anxiety that it ended up being counter productive.

Nowadays I'm on methadone and it's been almost 5 years since I've used street drugs. I honestly feel like it helps me more than benzos, stimulants, and psych drugs in maintaining a well adjusted life. It doesn't get me "high" but the opiate effects of less anxiety/more dopamine in the brain and more stable mood seem to still work.

Does anyone else feel the same way? Did opiates help you achieve more and perform better overall? Do you think if opiates could help some mental illnesses?

So I’m prescribed 3 7.5 Oxys a day by my PCP. Have been taking daily for 2 years. Never gone over 4 per day and played catch up, however back down to 2 a day on most days sometimes one, I feel this is a manageable amount however the dependency is draining. Planning days around usage, etc. I still get high on 2-2.5 like I did 2 years ago. I don’t feel the need to ever take a ton, mainly because I’m super anxious and cautious and don’t want to OD. Anyways should I taper back down to 1 a day and treat myself once a week to 2-3? Will I have super bad WDs if I cold turkey? I usually only get headaches if I have a day where I take 3 and go back down.

I’ve been lurking on and off for the last decade, but today I went through my previous posts. 9 years ago I posted in this subreddit on November 11 that I had hit 1 year clean of opiates and 57 days clean from nicotine! I’m proud to say I hit 10 years clean just a few weeks ago, and although I went back and forth a few times with the cowboy killers and the vapes I’m 3 years free from those too 🥹 I just want you all to know you are loved and you matter and you are worth it 🫶🏽🩷

So opiates causes respiratory depression and that's how overdoses become lethal but what would happen if say a subject was hooked up to a respirator and then given a lethal dose of an opiate? What then would be the primary issue?

Usually I do just fine cold turkey unassisted.
For what ever reason, I am assuming the progression of my underling health conditions.

It is becoming unbearable. On top of it I am having bad reactions to suboxone, kadian, and methadone, that is as painful as the withdrawal. Pretty common for me to be sensitive to medications.
As of right now I don't have anything other than colonidine prescribed to help and I am not feeling optimistic about it.

What else could I possibly acquire that is actually going to help me get through the worst parts with the anxiety, not sleeping, not eating, not being able to hydrate properly, widespread pain on top of my fibromyalgia that is also difficult to treat without hydros.

No primary care physician, on a waiting list for a few years now, no one will help me in er or any walk ins. Tried ket but doesn't last long enough.

For some reason day 6 was even worse than I have experienced in my life.

Not looking for sources.

July/aug was heroin, followed by a week suboxone, then switched to kadian 550mg, got down to 300mg before reaction became unbearable after about 2 months, 4 days methadone 25mg again unbearable pain from it. Causing liver inflammation, stomach all the digestive parts very inflamed, differently from the typical opi side effects. It is EXTREAMLY painful. Shows up in my blood work and then the addiction clinic acts like nothing is wrong with me.

I took sub 8mg last night and 2mg today. Not feeling so terrible aside from my liver hurting but I know the hell is going to come back.. Really wish I could find a dr, I don't like messing around with this street stuff anymore but constantly getting pushed there since no one want's a patient that is as complicated as I am.

update, just want to say thank you to everyone helping out here. at the very least helping to distract me.

I have poppies growing that have flowered once I harvest the opium what's the best way to smoke it ? I don't own a traditional pipe and lamp .

What the fuck, I've been battling a heavy cold on/off for like 6 months now and it doesn't seem to fully go away. I'm surprised I don't have pneumonia or some shit because coughing up the phlegm that naturally needs to go out seems impossible, even by trying to cough on purpose. Everytime after waking up I cough up huge amounts of phlegm with very dark spots in it and I'm afraid of it getting worse. Ofc the first thing that happens after that is getting rid of sickness. At least Doctors said I'm fine basically, at least nothing serious. How do you guys deal with that? Is the only option here to quit? Ffs I can't leave the house most days because of it and there's only that one thing to help with the agony so that makes it a vicious cycle.

I’ve got some 10mg IR sevredols I don’t wanna waste. I’ve never boofed anything, do I need to remove the blue coating before dissolving? Also how much should I do, I weigh 64kgs I have little to no tolerance. I wanna get a good nod going

I just got clean bc my dealer went out of town for awhile. It’s only been ~ 2 days but I plan on waiting a little bit before I try to grab from him again (he was selling bunk compared to what he usually had and i want to wait till I know it’s for sure back to shitty bags. But this is actually my first time doing subs. Do you have to wait for the subs to “detach” from your receptors before being able to get high??? I intend on using less from now on like every few days versus daily but for now I just need to know how to not waste it

Much has been said already about the horrors of the heroin addict’s life. The withdrawals that make you wish you were dead, the constant anxiety about how you’re going to make your next score, the scumbag junkie “friends” who would smother you with a pillow without a second thought if it meant they could grab your bag and run. But one thing that I don’t see often discussed is the effect that it has on the user’s intestinal tract. I am six years clean off of an IV dope habit and despite losing more junkie acquaintances than I can count and sweating out some of the most miserable kicks imaginable (including in police custody), what stands out in my mind as the most traumatizing aspect of the addiction was heroin shits.

If you’ve had wisdom teeth surgery or any minor procedure during the good old days – the 1990’s up to the mid 2010’s – you probably remember what your Vicodin or Percocet did to your guts. Even just one or two of those baby opiates is enough to have you hunched over in pain, sweating and swearing as a few sad little rabbit pellets drop from your ass. They sound like marbles when they hit the toilet bowl. Most reasonable doctors would prescribe a laxative as well, or at least encourage the patient to seek out miralax.

So if you can imagine the significant effect that one of these pills can have on a person’s guts, imagine what happens to the addict who is taking the equivalent of 10, 20, even 30 pills all at the same time.

I can tell you all about it. I was a heroin user for about five years. By the endtimes of my habit – that last year or so when it seemed like I was more or less an NPC in somebody else’s nightmare world – I had very little memory of my day to day life. I generally rose with the sun, shivering and weak. If I had dope on me, I’d do my final get-well shot and then eat my one meal a day – about half a box of cereal and a whole liter of milk at a time. That was my daily sustenance. Eating while doped up is a complicated endeavor. You can’t eat at all if you’re in withdrawals because there’s nothing less appetizing in the world at that moment than food. Likewise, if I get too stoned, I would vomit as well. So it’s a delicate balance. Either way, at that point I’d either go to work or spend the rest of the day trying to scavenge for cash and chasing down dealers. It’s not a fun life, not in the slightest, and by the end you’re just ready for it all to come crashing down and hope that it doesn’t hurt too badly when it happens.

Notice that there is nothing in my day-to-day routine about the bathroom. As I’ve already stated, the junkie has a very complicated relationship with food and the bathroom. By my end times, I was shitting and showering about once every two weeks. And it was always the day I dreaded more than anything else. Allow me to describe the process with all the intimacy of a practiced gourmet:

I was not truly aware of what was growing inside of me when I was first developing my dope habit from amateur into professional. Sure, I’d be straining a little harder than usual, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. And there was a degree of satisfaction in those shits, a feeling of looking back down and saying damn, I just squeezed that out. Good for me. Every now and then, I’d take milk of magnesia. No big deal. A year or so in, once I’d graduated from eating pills to sniffing and smoking dope, I found myself having to shove glycerin suppositories up my ass every three or four days, which was not in and of itself extremely unpleasant, but definitely something that required a bit of time, planning, and commitment. Otherwise, in those minor-league-addict days, I could always exercise the nuclear option, which was allowing myself to go into withdrawals.

One of the most obvious and crippling withdrawal symptoms is explosive diarrhea. It’s essentially the exact opposite of the heroin shits: rather than a slow-moving, lumbering dry brick, it’s a geyser of hot stinging brown liquid that is unrestrained and uncontrollable. It is extremely unpleasant and generally one of those avoid-at-all-costs types of things. Allowing yourself to go into withdrawals is hard to do if you’ve got dope on hand – that requires a self-restraint that addicts are not usually known for – and even harder to do if you know you’re gonna have to leave your bathroom at some point to go score again. So that option sucks. Likewise, doing this doesn’t turn your existing poop to liquid. It just allows it to build up behind your intestinal plug, eventually shooting it out like a cannonball. So you find yourself groaning and gasping, skin clammy, head aching fit to burst, sneezing uncontrollably and shivering in withdrawals and finally with a gasp a coke-can-sized rock falls into the toilet, only to be followed by a miserable brown rain. Then you have to get up, put your coat on, and stumble out into the cold to chase down a dealer.

Not great, but survivable.

No, what I really want to talk about is what happens to the end-stage addict, the real zombie who’s shooting up a gram a day.

For me, it was like clockwork every two weeks and it was fully and completely immune to any sort of laxatives or external coercions. It got to a point where I could track it in my journal and cross off an entire day just to be devoted to this one intimate act. Here is one instance.

About three days before D-Day, I was walking to the train station to meet my guy when a ghostly voice in the back of my head murmured it’s coming. Praying that I was wrong, I hopped on the subway, met my dude, slapped him a 50 euro bill, and scurried off to my lair with my score. On the way back, stopping at the needle exchange, I was stricken with stomach cramps. Ah, shit. The cycle starts anew. I reached down with my hand and massaged the area to the left of my belly button. Below the surface of the abdominal skin, encased in the sausages of my intestines, I could feel a hard mass roughly the size and shape of a tennis ball container.

We meet again, old friend, I thought to myself. T minus three days and counting.

For the next three days, I was on high alert to not let myself go into withdrawals. Not because I was scared of the withdrawals themselves. No, I was far more petrified of inducing an early labor. I knew if I could make it three days, I could birth him naturally. Anything earlier and it would be a crisis of epic proportions, potentially even a hospital visit. If you jump the gun, you will inevitably find yourself frozen in pain and horror on the toilet with a child unable and unwilling to escape the womb. One time, I strained and sobbed on the toilet for over 14 hours, screaming and begging it to come out to no avail, until it slipped out almost easily of its own accord in a pile of shit and blood. No, it runs off of its own timetable. There’s no threat or coercion in this world that could overpower it. I’d played that game far too many times and knew how to handle the beast. Just two days of being careful not to dislodge it or put too much pressure on my gut, and then a day alone in the bathroom to surrender to it and meet my god.

My dark traveler moved at a snail's pace over the next three days, but like the continents drifting across the oceans, its pace was slow but steady. When nobody was near me, I found myself talking to it, soothing it and cajoling it like you would a baby as it crawled through my intestines. Finally, at last, by palpating the various quadrants of my abdominal and pubic area, I could feel it turn downwards and inwards descending into my colon.

Four hours now. Time to make preparations. Fill the bathroom with towels and candles. Grab the poultry shears and rubber gloves. Update your last will and testament. Prepare your reward dope for when the job is done.

My nest thus prepared, I hunched over my PC and played video games, trying to distract myself. My knees bounced up and down in nervous anticipation. The cold sweats had already begun. The baby was coming, and coming soon.

The contractions began, and I ignored them as long as humanly possible. I became aware of a deep, stabbing presence inside of my pelvis. It felt quite literally like a rock inside of me, or like I was sitting atop a massive thick pole that was probing my innards. Still, I ignored it. Sweat dripped down my face and every instinct screamed at me to run to the bathroom. Still, I ignored it.

Finally, I conceded. Alright, I cried. You win. Just please go easy on me this time. I waddled to the bathroom, my anus already dilating. Every step brought incredible stabbing pain. I lit the candles, played some soft relaxing music, pulled off my clothes, put on my rubber gloves and descended onto my throne. The music, by the way, was not for my benefit – it was to muffle the sounds of my cries from my neighbors.

Through years of practice, I found a reasonably viable posture for survival. I found that elevating my legs for a more squat-like position was helpful, so I always brought a step-stool in with me. I’d place my feet on the stool, clasp my hands around my ankles, and bend forward.

The next hour was a rhythmic repetition that almost always got me into a trance-like state. Push. Breathe. Push. Breathe. Push. Breathe. It was of paramount importance not to immediately push with all of my strength. Not yet. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. Right now, I wanted to ease the baby as much as I could and get it within reach. Remember, the creature was reluctant and spiteful, and I didn’t want to overplay my hand. Gradually, however, I could feel it ever-so-slightly lumbering down the final channel like a much slower version of that giant rolling stone ball from Indiana Jones.

Finally, my anus dilated to roughly the diameter of a golf ball. That was the sign I both dreaded and needed. It meant we were in the home stretch – the hardest part. I lubed up my gloves and groaned in disgusted anticipation. Then I bent over even further and slid my finger into my asshole. My anus had already dilated so far that I could stick a finger inside and not even touch the sides, so I probed further up. Two inches back, I found an impenetrable wall. My child. My dark companion.

One defining characteristic of an opiate shit apart from the sheer density is the shape. An opiate shit is not a long, skinny tube. It’s more akin to an American football – a wide, compacted, hulking lump somewhat tapering at the ends. That’s why they’re so hard to pass. If you were to feel the front wall of my poop, you’d think that’s not so bad. What you do not know is that the bulk of its mass is concentrated behind it. I did know this, and I knew what had to be done. In order to pass it, I had to break it up.

This is easier said than done. Remember, the defining characteristic is its density, so it’s not as simple as trying to pinch off a bit at a time. You might as well be trying to carve Carrara marble with your fingers. Instead, you have to reach up your colon and run your fingers along the perimeter of the shit to try to find a fault line. I usually closed my eyes for this, as I found my gloved fingers were more accurate when I focused all of my senses on touch. Sometimes when I did this, I felt a bit like Michelangelo carving David.

Aha! With my fingers up to the final knuckle, I found a jagged indention, my fault line, about a third of the way up the shitbrick. Now the hard part. I took a deep breath, stretched my ass even further, and inserted my thumb as well. Slowly and gently, I positioned my thumb and finger in a pincer movement. Then I squeezed with all of my might and the chunk snapped off in my fingers like a piece of stone. I pulled it out and dropped it in the bowl with a metallic clank. Rinse and repeat this process about six times.

My shit boulder somewhat diminished, now it was time to begin the real work. I removed my bloodstained gloves and tossed them to the side. Then I assumed my squatting position again, took a colossal breath and strained as hard as I could, bellowing like a bull.

Nothing.

Another deep breath. Another furious scream and desperate push.

Nothing.

Finally, on the fourth or fifth try, I felt the child begin to shift. A nudge at first, then a bit more. Almost there. Now the bulk of the monster began to move. I prepared myself for the home stretch.

The final part went exactly the same each time. I’d hype myself up like a berserker, thrust myself forward and then push with all of my might. I began to see stars, my breathing became faint and labored, and then darkness would overtake my vision. The last thing I would feel before blacking out was an incredible ripping pain as if I were being torn apart followed by an unspeakable ecstasy as my anus dilated to roughly the diameter of a rugby ball.

Then I’d wake up a minute or two later on the bathroom floor in a mixture of blood and fecal matter. Slowly and cautiously, I’d raise my head to the toilet and gaze upon my creation, staring directly into its evil eye. A monster greeted me, staring directly at me in an accusatory fashion. In its cracks and wrinkles I could read pure, primal hatred. He was like my fallen angel. I could never handle looking at this for too long so I’d always immediately grab my poultry shears and go to work dismembering my child before its hypnosis overwhelmed me. I’d heard tell on Reddit about a famed “poop knife,” and that always makes me shake my head wistfully. A knife would be no match for this beast. It would snap. The shit was just too dense. It felt like trying to chop up pig iron or solid lead. Even my shears could barely get the job done, and I had to replace them with regularity. Finally, after fifteen or so minutes of chopping and six or seven flushes, I could breathe a sigh of relief. The beast was gone and could do me no further harm. Sometimes, I swear to god, I could hear it screaming as it was sucked down the pipes.

At this point, I tended to attempt to clean myself up as much as I could and then rest as much as I needed to after taking my reward shot. After resting for half an hour or so and coming back with a renewed vigor, I then commenced to clean up the bathroom like a murderer scrubbing a crime scene. If I dared to look at myself in the mirror, I’d see that the blood vessels in my eyes had burst, leaving the sclera a violent red. Later, I’d tell my acquaintances that I fell and hit my head or got punched in the face. I’d throw away the evidence and lay down in the shower for another hour. Then once the hot water ran out, I would finally arise with a sensation of incredible rebirth and a renewed appreciation for life which would last about as long as my first shot did, after which I’d return to my day to day junkie life, already dreading the same thing happening in two short weeks.

Has anyone else ever experienced something like this?

Wondering for people in the Midwest (Indiana, Illinois, etc) what the scene is like. I know it's likely mostly fent? Like M30 etc? Does dope still exist in this are? And is there still a pharms scene here? I have never lived here until now so I am naturally curious.

Just found out my nephew (17) has been taking tapentadol for at least the past few months but probably longer. Behavior’s been erratic for awhile and probably on the road to dropping out or flunking out of school. Obviously everyone is extremely concerned. How easy is it to become addicted to this drug? Also, would this show up on a normal urine test as an opiate? His mother has given him a couple of tests at home and all that’s shown up is weed.