I suppose I come from that "undesirable" sector. After my post above, someone mentioned they knew many OC prescribed patients who were legit, albeit older.

I'll tell you the straight sotry. My best friends' father broke his neck in the late 80's, lotso surgeries, rebreaks, constaint pain since than.One night his daughter (with blood-curdling ovarian cysts stops by and he give her a piece of one of his 80mg, perhaps a half, telling he not to take all at once. She took ~13mg oxycodone and was telling me about the experience, how she had been sick all night, was just gonna give the rest back to her father.
Now, I have never lied, stolen, suggested, or in any other way tried to obtain prescription for these drugs. Hydro doesn't do me much, oycodone on a short term will work, and that's how I take them. But when I NEED then, I CAN'T get them from a doctor, save one extremely benevolent ER Doc who realized my migraine had gone too long on too a dose of perc and, after 10mg orally produced no results, sent me home with a shot of demerol and a script for 10 percocets.

When I was sent out of the ER after pulling amuscle in my back it was after 1 on a Firday night. They gave me nothing before I left, just a script for 8 hydro5 and a list of all-night pharmacies. I was supposed to follow up with my doctor. Taken as prescribed, that equalled 16 hours meds until I got get a doctor's visit. I went in the next morning, the x-rayed my back, and shuttled me off with an order for bed rest and a script for methobarbomal, but not before yelling at me for not lying in my cot all the hours I waited for nobody to come and talk to me. They also fairly berated me for going out on a run the night before. when I had an hour and a half to kill between the present and the time I'd be meeting my friend. I only saw too good options for killing time: take a run, or bulimia.

So that was it. I couldn't even so much as call my student clinic till Monday morning and god knows when I could get my appt. I failed to connect with a USOP the previous Friday evening, and I just wasn't going to make it. I couldn't fcccc*king move. My GF drove me to the house of a guy who know sells 2/3 of his pain scripts each month to buy crack and he gave me a demerol. Saved, for that evening at least. The next night, another friend rides up to see what else he can get his hands on for 20 bucks. Another dilaudid (and, ridiculously, a duragesic) But it kept me going until I got my doctors visit and my OP package in the mail.

I don't know where I'm going with this. You can see that I'm acquainted with some pretty shady characters. You can see the holes I have to jump through to get even acute severe pain treated.

But are the shady acquaintances the docs or the dealers?
The one that yelled at me for having a healhty lifestyle and left me to find my pain meds elsewhere, or the one that gave them to me?

Which of them demanded more loops in those first days when it hurts bad I walked like an ole Russian osteperotic peasant?