I used to dabble around in the mountains a bunch. Got all kinds of tore up in an avalanche. Torn an ACL, MCL, and suffered a broken right forearm in Mt. Baker Washington backcountry. Long story short, got prescribed Vicoden. I took two of them and never another. They made me sick, dizzy, and when lying down the cieling would kind of warp a bit. They were far to strong for me, and I'd rather have the insane pain than the stupid side effects of whatever the fuck Vicoden was doing to me.
So, I'm laid up for about an entire month bed ridden. Neighbor girl, who is married to my friend starts showing up middle of day to "check on me". I told her I'm fine don't need nobody checking on me but I appreciate it. As any man knows, you don't want your buddies wife in your house when he ain't there. Am I right? So she insists, no no I will keep checking on you. She was way too friendly. I literally thought she was blatantly hitting on me. . . . boom, she starts asking what I was prescribed....and then the sob stories about how she's in pain and needs more pain medication..... and then asks if I can give her mine. Then she offeres to buy them. I called her husband, my friend, and told him about the whole fucking ordeal. He's like "yep, she's done this before", she's fully addicted to pain medications and won't even go to work without them". Conniving dumb bitch didn't get none of my meds. I trashed the whole bottle.
