When I was 17 I had to have my wisdom teeth removed. They were growing in sideways or something, pushing my bottom teeth around. So after the surgery my dad picks me up and we go to the pharmacy to fill my script. Think it was 30 Vicodin 5mg and an antibiotic. So we get my pills and go home. My dad gives my one of each and I pass out on the couch (still groggy from the anesthesia). I wake up some 6 hours later and my dad asks if I need another pain killer. I tell him no and that I think I’m ok (trying to be tough for dad). Dad said “good I don’t think you need these anyways” he then took the Vicodin into his room and I never saw them again. It took me years to realize that my dad had taken them for himself.