You're right to be skeptical. I had this done to me two years ago, and it was a joke. I was in the hospital for a little over two days, and I checked myself out (AMA [Against Medical Advice - Eric]). The doctor wasn't giving me Clonidine with the Naltrexone, he was giving me an anti-seizure medicine (started with a "P", I can't think of name right now). So after I would get the anti-seizure medicine I would sleep for awhile, then I would wake up and be miserable. I finally got tired of the party and left.

I went to my doctor again, and he suggested Methadone treatment. I didn't want to do that because of the stereotype I'd always heard of, but after two more months of using and being miserable I went to Madison, and started my healing.

From everything I've read here, I hit the mother load. My clinic treats us like humans. At least I've never felt the discomfort of being treated like a junkie. To give you an idea of how I feel about my clinic: A new clinic just opened up in Southern Wisconsin 25 or 30 minutes from where I live. The clinic in Madison is 1 hour from where I live and I still go to Madison. I've been to the new clinic several times, but there's something about it that I don't trust. In the world we live in, you have to be able to trust the people who are dosing you.

In the winter is the hardest time for me. I have to drive almost 70 miles. When you're driving on ice, you better know what you're doing, or you'll end up a pancake on the side of the road. The clinic usually works with me, and if a storm is coming on a day I have to go in, they will let me dose there the day before. They say as long as I dose there, there won't be any problems. These are the kind of people that run the clinic I go to.

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