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mereggie, aka me, reggie macdonald

In December 2005, Reggie disappeared, and despite a Canada-wide search could not be found; his remains were ultimately found seven months later .  Reggie led a troubled life dealing with drug addiction and its effects on his personal and professional life. This website shares his story, documented through writings found after his disappearance, and recollections from his family.  We believe that the overall message of the site is anti-drug, and hope that it has an overall positive effect.

Reg's Memorial

Reg had hoped to become a writer, so with this site, he does.  He documents the day-to-day life of a drug abuser, an inmate, and a recovering addict. Some of the readings insightful, moving and grueling, (try reading "Methadone", "Iceland", "Kidnapped! (by the Hells Angels)", while others are pretty humorous, if you have a twisted sense of humour  (i.e Spudcatraz, etc).  There is a lot on the site.  Check it out and let us know your thoughts; the response so far has been overwhelmingly positive.

 

NOTE: Reg's views are occasionally very harsh, most likely affected by his addiction. Please view his writings in that context, as they are not necessarily the views of his family.

my story

Good things have been said about me, and bad things have been said about me. I’d like to say that only the good things are true. But that would make me a liar. And the bad list is long enough for now as it is. But if I could live my life over again, there’s not a whole lot that I’d do differently.  

I have few regrets. I’ve been through some rough times. But I’m alive, I’m (reasonably) healthy, and I’m happy. I’ve been married, and divorced; I’ve had children; I’ve been to court, I’ve been to jail; I’ve been a drug addict; I’ve been in hospital for an overdose, I’ve been to rehab (and not just once); I’ve been a drug dealer; I’ve been kidnapped and almost killed. What a long strange trip its’ been (and I’m only 35). And, to tell the truth, I don’t have any regrets. I’ve learned a lot from my experiences. Ill try to live life to its fullest and enjoy it to the max.

- reg macdonald, 2001   (5 years before the disappearance)

Methadone - a typical day ...

When I get up in the morning, I don’t grab a coffee.  I go to the fridge for my 100 ml bottle of methadone. After that my day is just like yours. But I wasn’t always like this. 

Life was a lot harder, a lot rougher.  Every morning I would be sick as a dog.  I’d crush up a couple of 8mg Dilaudid tablets and boil them in a spoon, then I’d fill a syringe. Tie my arm off and plunge the cure into my arm.  And then I was good for … 3 or 4 hours.  Wash, rinse, repeat.  I couldn’t work. 

Dilaudid is illegal unless your doctor gives you a prescription. With a few phone calls you can get them for about $20 each.  I used at least 10 a day.  10 to keep the sickness at bay, 10 to 20 more.  I can’t count how many days I’ve lost to the sickness, how many times I’ve been to the treatment center.  And a waste of time that was.  They’d give you 2 or 3 mild sedatives a day for 3 days and then try to put you in god’s hands.  It didn’t work – after the week, or 2, or 3, was over, I could suffer no longer.  Straight to the dealer.  It doesn’t help to tell me “everythings gonna be all right.  You’ll feel better tomorrow”.  Anybody who says / tells you that doesn’t know what this drug is about (why I take it).

But I had always heard about the mainland, where they gave you this drug, methadone, that took away the suffering and made you feel normal, not high, just normal, like I used to be … yeah, like it used to be, I miss those days.

I did the drugs for 5 or 6 years, but and I sat by and watched, as friends and acquaintances died one after another, month by month, because they couldn’t get the help they needed.  I’m sure the doctor (at Detox) noticed too, but it didn’t matter [since] we are / they were expendable.  But I couldn’t stop.  I couldn’t handle the sickness.  The detox couldn’t help.  They didn’t have a clue.  They would have nothing to do with methadone (methadone is addictive).  You have to take it every dad or you get sick just like with the drugs, but it’s prescribed to you, you can have ready access to it.  You never have to be sick again, you don’t get high on it, but you can live an ordinary life, like anyone else.

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