Has anybody here had Percocet? I'm taking it right now after having come back from the oral surgeon's office to get my wisdom teeth removed.
I feel sort of dizzy, and the first time I took it, earlier, I felt somewhat queasy and managed to throw up a bit (but only a bit of my milkshake, as that was all I had consumed previously). It didn't work the first time at all, probably because the general sedative at the oral surgeon's was still wearing off, but this time, I can tell I'm on it. I feel like nothing bothers me, the pain is gone, and everything will be alright.
I just hope I don't become addicted to these things.
I've been given it several times before. 2 years ago, when I had my c-section (nothing worked for the pain - not even morphine). I was given it a second time during a really bad ear infection (not sure why they really gave that high of a dose for that). And the last time was in December when I got an abcessed tooth (horrible pain - I'd rather have my widsom teeth pulled).
But Percocet never really worked for me. Everytime I was in horrible pain (any of those 3 instances), didn't even dull it.
But I've known of ppl that have been put on it, and felt no pain at all.
A coworker of mine took it after getting his wisdom teeth removed. The pain for him wasn't severe, but it was a pretty bad nuisance. When it got bad, he would take some percocet and suddenly become chipper and relaxed. It also turned him into a bit of a narcoleptic. We would be in the middle of a conversation, and he would stop talking. I'd look over, and his head would be tilted to one side, with his mouth wide open and his eyes closed.
The first day or so that he stopped taking it, the pain was gone, but he had a nasty temper. He wasn't addicted per se, but it definitely gave him some minor withdrawal symptoms.
rockergrrl, it's odd that Percocet hasn't worked for you at all, and even moreso that morphine hasn't. Your body apparently responds extremely defensively against pain medication...
IvialisRyan, that's exactly how I got when I took the second pill; nothing mattered as much, I suddenly felt like everything was going to be okay and I had virtually no pain, only discomfort. It wasn't really a "high", but it was more of a contented feeling which was nice to have. I can see why people would like to take this to make themselves feel "better", though.
Originally posted by Rob83 I prefer Oxycodone. I found myself getting addicted to that crap. Such a wonderful drug.
Percocet has oxycodone in it. That is its main pain-killing agent, along with Tylenol, to make it more acceptable to the FDA because of Tylenol's less abusable nature. This is simply due to the fact that Tylenol can be very dangerous at high doses, and abusers are expected to know this, and thus they will not abuse Percocet.
Anyhow, the first time I took it this morning, I was watching television and all of a sudden started feeling a minor nausea, while also drifting in and out of sleep, while also biting on tea bags in between each socket to promote blood clotting. I finally turned the television off, but at this point was feeling rather crappy, and when I got upstairs I vomited a bit. Luckily I had only drunk a milkshake that morning after the procedure, so only a bit of it came back up. At that point, I knew it was an indication that I required some much-needed rest. Off and on, this entire day, I have been sleeping for hours. I probably slept more than five hours, in addition to the seven hours of sleep I got last night.
This Percocet is amazing, though. I'll start having pain after it wears off (I'm on my third pill right now), then I'll simply pop a Percocet as long as I have something in my stomach, and miraculously the pain will go away, and I'll feel good. However, I have been experiencing some dizziness when it first takes effect and, according to the bottle, that is to be expected.
I think drugs are amazing; how they work so well boggles my mind, yet, at the same time they have many side effects.
All I can say is today has been one weird day. I woke up at 7:20, hopped in the shower, and left for the oral surgeon's office at 7:35. I got there, and immediately I was called up, they put the blood pressure cuff around my arm, gave me oxygen and anaesthetic gases through my nose, shot me up with some general anaesthesia/sedative, and, quite literally, in the span of about half a second a weird cloud came over me that I could not nor did I want to control. It was a very peculiar feeling, but kind of cool as well. I don't remember one thing during the surgery; in fact, I have no idea what they even did, and they wouldn't give me the teeth, as they had thrown most of them away and sent one as well as a cyst that had been there to the labs to make sure it isn't anything "bad."
According to my dad, I was in surgery for about forty minutes, and the recovery room for about half an hour, although to me it felt like I was in the recovery room fifteen minutes, and I am still quite confident that indeed it was only about that long. It is most likely a false sense of confidence, but it's strange to be so convinced of something, even though it's quite probable that you're wrong.
We stopped in a plaza, and my dad got me the drugs (Percocet, antibiotics, and antinausea medication, just in case; I took an antinausea pill with the second Percocet just in case the Percocet was what made me feel sick, though now I know it wasn't that) as well as a chocolate milkshake from McDonald's. I was frustrated -- as well as a bit humored -- as I was looking at myself in the mirror and could not close my mouth properly. One side was number than the other, and so it looked as though I had had a stroke or was an old convalescent in a nursing home or hospice. When I ate the milkshake, I could not feel my lips, chin, or most of my tongue, so the milkshake as well as what seemed like a heck of a lot of blood dribbled slowly and disgustingly down my shirt. Needless to say it also got all over my dad's leather front seat and seatbelt, so I decided to wait until I got home to instead make a mess there. My dad wasn't mad, and in fact wanted me to eat it in his car so I could take the pain medication ASAP, as the pain was already kicking in.
My shirt is pretty ugly in its current state, with oddly-shaped rings and lines where blood, milkshake, and general ooze alike had stained my shirt, akin to that of a murderer who's just messily stabbed his victim and carelessly worn the spattered shirt for anyone interested to see.
Ahh... indeed it has been one fun day. Hopefully it will only get better from here; the pain probably will, but the swelling will apparently only get worse for the next 4-5 days, at which time it will start to get smaller. I have taken some recommended steps to ensure that the swelling is as little as possible, such as ice packs as often as possible for twenty minutes on each side, as well as 2-3 pillows against which to prop my head.
I have my pill bottle beside my bed, and will get up, get something quick to eat, and take one as necessary. I feel like Rush Limbaugh.
Last edited by SniperDevil; 04-16-2005 at 01:29 AM.
Originally posted by SniperDevil
When I ate the milkshake, I could not feel my lips, chin, or most of my tongue, so the milkshake as well as what seemed like a heck of a lot of blood dribbled slowly and disgustingly down my shirt.
Wow....I hate that...I had some teeth pulled about six months ago and for about 4-5 hours I couldn't feel my mouth at all. Really weird...
Originally posted by ichris Wow....I hate that...I had some teeth pulled about six months ago and for about 4-5 hours I couldn't feel my mouth at all. Really weird...
Yes, indeed. It was a strange and disconcerting feeling of subordination to this chemical over which I had no control. I simply had to wait it out, and it probably took about seven hours to completely regain function of my lips and mouth. Meanwhile, I dumped about half of my remaining shake into a bowl, as at that point the sun had gotten to the shake and had melted it into a soupy, chocolate milk-like form. I might as well have just drunk chocolate milk, which I had as well in the refrigerator.
My uncle later brought me over an additional shake -- this time from Baskin Robbins -- which, by the time we had finished chili for dinner, had melted to the point that it required a spoon and super-human balancing skills in order not to drop, spill, and make a mess of it.
This hasn't been a good day for my poor teeth, which have had to endure on them blood, ooze, milkshake, chili, more milkshake, and tuna fish, without being brushed.
Originally posted by SniperDevil
[B]rockergrrl, it's odd that Percocet hasn't worked for you at all, and even moreso that morphine hasn't. Your body apparently responds extremely defensively against pain medication...
I'm not sure, I've never been officially diagnosed. But sometimes a simple motrin will do be good (Motrin 800 does fine for me half the time).
They put me on a small Morphine drip after I had my c-section (horrible horrible pain once the spinal wore off), and when the spinal wore off, they asked me what kind of level my pain was - I told them an 8, so they bumped the morphine up a little.... Still felt like an 8 the next hour when they checked on me. Since that didn't really work, by the time they tried to have me out of bed in the morning, I was about to pop them one because it hurt so bad. Normally, most women are fine when its time to get out of bed for the first time. Not me... They took me off the morphine since they didn't feel it was working (they thought that was very odd), so they tried me on percocet - two of them. That didn't work either.
When I tore the ligament in my back, I was given Vicodin 1000mg, and that worked a little. Considering 1000mg is usually given to 250+ pound men for pain. It should've knocked me flat on my back and feeling quite fine but I was still in agony. The only thing that did help for that was Celebrex and a muscle relaxer (which put me in a stuper).
I guess I'm a weird case, I guess... And its not like I've taken every pain medication before in large doses, for my body to counteract it. I haven't. I don't even take tylenol or motrin a lot. Not even once a month (even when I probably should). *shrug*