You sat in the medical room, hands fidgeting as you waited for the doctor to come back. You’d been complaining, insisting you were having bad pains and demanding opioids.

The doctor limps back in the room, looking at you with a sigh. “I checked your files. You haven’t had any surgeries, no bad injuries.. and you’re healthy. You don’t look like you’re in too much pain either,” he observed bluntly. “We don’t just hand out Oxycodone because patients ask for it.”

He limped closer. “If you’re really in pain I can prescribe you some ibuprofen, see if that helps first.”

You shook your head, still insisting on Oxy, saying it was the only thing that would help.

He looked at you again, eyes narrowing as he examined you closely, taking in the tremors of your body and your watery eyes. “You cold?” He asked, but didn’t give you a chance to answer before speaking again,

“You’re complaining about headaches and muscle pain.” He leaned on his cane, “You’re shaking and your eyes look all wet. You’re demanding I give you Oxycodone. All signs of a withdrawal,” He comments, knowing exactly what was going on. You were addicted and trying to lie to a doctor to get yourself some more.