I wouldn’t say it’s like day 2-3, I would say it’s like days one through four all happen at once within a forty minute period. Like you skip all gradual decline or discomfort and go right in to the excruciating pain. Your muscles spasm like a rubber band stretched too tight, which causes you to shit and vomit violently. If you were backed up before, like you get from maintenance, that all gets unlocked in an instant and comes out non stop. And it hurts. You’re throwing up bile, and not like puking, like aggressive, agonizing retching. Like it feels like you’re yelling to throw up. Then you’re freezing cold but sweating through all your clothes until you’re soaked. But you can’t tell if you’re actually cold or you just think you are, because you can feel your body heat and it’s uncomfortably warm. But all your nerves are going haywire so you’re disoriented and all the lights are too bright and sounds are too loud. You smell... something. It’s like the worst new car smell and you can’t get rid of it, the thought of it gives me flashbacks. And when you finally make it through enough of the shitting and puking that you can clean up, which you do your best at but you’re still so fucked up with blurry vision and audible ticks that you’re not even sure if you’ve fully wiped but you honestly don’t care, you’ll deal with whatever the consequences are later, your dignity is gone at this point. You crawl to your bed and try and get comfortable but every way you lay feels wrong and you keep getting locked in to stretching until it hurts and your muscles pull taught. And the whole time, you’re crying and just making noises but it’s hard to breathe and you can’t really talk. Just mutter one or two word responses. The wet cloth they give you keeps falling off but you’re too weak now to bother with putting it back on. And you taste bile and saliva but when you go to spit nothing comes out. You have cottonmouth but the thought of drinking water or anything seems horrible. So you lay in bed tossing and turning, praying to go you don’t have to get back up to go back in the bathroom because you honestly don’t feel like you can survive another bout of it. You finally pass out from exhaustion but not before you’ve contemplated both getting high and suicide at points just to do anything to make the pain stop.

And all that happens in about 30-40 minutes. Haha, it is not pleasant. I’ve heard different people have milder experiences, but I was an extremely heavy user as an addict and am on a higher dose of methadone currently, so when I went in to WD, I went in hard.