Srange yellow powder in a pill bottle???

Last week I spent about three nights over at my aunt's house (i was house-sitting for her dogs and hermetic cat named Bob), and I also had a rather secret mission ( like James Bond - I liked James' Bong better because retrieving my late uncle Jim's bong was part of the mission as well), but the mission all together was to go in and significantly, yet unnoticably reduce the number of poorly prescribed medications that my aunt's doctors have been giving her (she's a doctor shopper, for lack of a better term...) and then to bring them back to the house for my dad and myself to sort through and figure out the shit from the stuff that will actually help her get well. The story, alltogether, is much more complicated that simply going in and stealing her pills, rather it's an attempt to try to help her get better. I guess, to be honest, I'll have to start at the beginning, in order to somewhat justify this mission, although I am still contemplating the ethical complications within my own mind that I can't seem to process in any significantly positive fashion as of this time.... here goes something.

So my aunt Mooze, as we call her, has been diagnosed with Chronic Bipolar disorder, but it is such an extreme case that she cannot work as an RN (Registered Nurse) which is what she is trained for, and she usually spends 1/3 of each year in a hospital or rehab center trying to get better. I love my aunt to death, and as much as I am SEVERELY against invading anyone's privacy in regards to the life-style they lead, I honestly have to say that at this time, she has pilled her way into a deep dark hole, and I don't see the chance for recovery anytime soon. This all began when I was frantically searching my house and found a bottle of percocet in one of my mom's "retired" purses (one that she doesn't use anymore, but might have tossed some shit in, i.e. my nasal decongestant spray that I REALLY needed because I found out that not only do I have a corneal abbrasion in my right eye, but also an ulcer forming around it somehow).... anything that helps me fight allergy symptoms is a God/dess sent right now, so since I loaned my spray to mom the other day (we each have an inherited eye condition where we have extremely abnormal eye pressure, so sinus and allergy seasons nearly wipe us out around 4:00pm), I decided to look in the retired purse thinking she might have thrown my spray in there, which she had.

Now then, knowing that my mom was a bit of an alcoholic and mean as a constipated snake when I was a kid, and also knowing that opiates and benzodiazepams where the cause of most of her hostility, I decided to replace those pills like a generic form of acetamenophin (sp?) just to be on the safe side. I'd HATE for my brother to go through the same shit I did when I was his age, so I took the percocets and then if I ended up being accused of stealing those pills to get high, then I could ask why they had my aunt's name on them and were in her purse.... I saved the pills in case there was any reason.

Well, the axe finally fell, and she confronted me, and I told her that I didn't want her back on those pills again, but she really astounded me when she said that she didn't take them for herself, but to keep them out of Moozie's hands.... Right now my grandmother has been in the hospital with two abscesses growing on her spinal chord, and my aunt (the RN), has been there "taking care of her." Really, she's just been making shit hard on everyone, bossing the best surgeons and Nurses in Atlanta around, and then getting strung out on benzodiazepams and all kinds of other shit as well.... uppers in the morning (adderall, or maybe even cocaine.... we never know), and she's also been taking a lot of real, and synthetic opiates.... usually they travel with her down to Atlanta, but she has a lock-box where she keeps a lot of old prescriptions of everything from Lortabs, Xanax, Methocarbonol, flexeril, valium, vicodin, Fenetryl (sp?), and everything else under the sun... Kinda like Hunter S. Thompson in Fear and Loathing.

Anyways, my mission was to try to get in there and pick the lock on this fire-proof, bombproof, and waterproof box.... All it took as a rubber mallet and a crowbar.... I felt underestimated because even a ten year old coulda pulled that shit off.... Anyways, I grabbed half of everything I saw, and gave them to my dad (the minister- the brother of my aunt), and we figure that if she needs them, then we'll get the highly qualified psychiatrist in our congregation to meet with her and with dad (since my grandparents are slowly shutting down, and Moozie is incapable of running her own life, my dad is having to take up that responsibility... and it's a SHITLOAD considering all the shit he has to do to run the church, so I was happy to help out with this one).

The main thing I have a question about, was that there was a huge pill bottle, much similar to the ones that my 60 count allegra D pills come in, and it was full to the top with yellowish whit powder. I touched it and rubbed it on my gums, in case it was some kinda cheap coke or something, but it wasn't that at all.... I'm not really sure what it is, but i don't wanna end up with some kinda strange drug and have no idea what it is. Dad told me to try looking it up online, and this, was of course the best place I could think to come to regarding this strange chalky-like yellow powder.... Any clues you guys????

Thanks, and peace friends,
-Mac

 

did you notice the label on the bottle? Does she or has she had any electrolyte problems? Does she suffer from constipation? It could be Kaexelate powder, or a bowel evacuant, like PEG-3350 with electrolytes, or it could be topical nystatin powder. . . really, the possibilities are endless.

 

Yeah... that's what I was afraid of... I think the bottle and the substance were two different prescriptions, but the label read: Beth(n?) somethinoranother..... and I know she uses an assload of topical creams... but they're all in prescription bottles.... As far as constipation goes.... I think she's actually on medicine to make her constipated. I tried smelling, rubbing, licking, and then snorthing VERY small amounts of the substance, and I think I may have noticed a tiny, ritalin like pick me up... not too sure though..... I had a feeling this would be rather difficult, but i'm going back over in a day or so, so i'll see what I can dig up and i'll holl at ya later with some more accurate info! Thanks bro!
;-)

 

The thing is, Dog. You can't stop people from using by taking thier supply. They will always get more, and it only causes them more anger.


You really don't know what your aunt is doing. You can't control her behavior. IMO, you may want to stay out of her supply. You can't know what she is going through. I am saying this with the utmost respect and understanding about your love for your aunt.

I hope I am not offending you, but you don't know why she is using, or even if she is abusing.

 

what did it taste like? how did the snort feel?

this information can be very helpful in working out what it is because certain substances have a particular flavour and drip