Well, just quickly back on the pill thing. I had been in Ultram (tramadol) recovery for about two years when we moved houses. I was rearranging stuff in the garage, trying to pack every box as well as possible. Decided one looked disorganized and could fit more if I re-did it. Took a bunch of random cords and caps and junk and stuff out and what should appear at the bottom, but an entire, unopened, sealed case of Ultram--straight from McNeil. Now that was a scary moment. The earth stopped. I had been so addicted to that stuff.


I ran inside and got my wife. "You gotta come get this outta here. I found something."

"What?" She asked.

"A case of Ultram."

She bolted. Immediatrly got it out of there and took off in her car (she is an RN--no addiction issues at all). Not sure what she did with it. But it was a close call.

You never know what you're gonna find.