Here is another story from Dreamland. A fellow got injured on the job. Nothing major, just a few deep bruises, some soreness. He went to a doctor to get his workers comp paperwork signed, and the doctor handed him a prescription for a month of twice-a-day Oxy.
The fellow took the Oxy for a month and expected just to move on and forget all about it after the pills ran out.
But the moment he stopped taking the pills, he started feeling like absolute hell. Diarrhea, extreme agitation, gut-wrenching pain. The poor guy had no idea what was even happening until somebody finally told him that his condition looked like withdrawal. The man was hopelessly hooked, and the doctor now had a guaranteed long-term patient who would come in like clockwork for his scrip.
Tens of thousands of people got addicted this way and later moved on to heroin. Many of them are now dead of an overdose.
Of course, this fellow carries a large part of responsibility here. He allowed himself to grow so alienated from his own body that he never even questioned the need to take pills for a month when he wasn’t even in pain. He was dishonest with himself about the high he was feeling thanks to the pills. He allowed the doctor to handle him like a mechanic handles a broken car.
Still, though. A heroin addiction is a harsh penalty for people whose only sin is buying into the widespread cultural narratives about individuals’ relationship with their bodies and the godlike powers of the Mighty Pill.