Once, about 10 years ago, I had some mild pain in my shoulder after skiing. It was hardly debilitating, just annoying. I went to the doctor, and within about 15 minutes I walked out with a prescription for 60 Vicodin. I don’t know if things have changed in the states much in that time, as I haven’t had a need to find out. But it still strikes me as odd that they would give me that kind of a pain killer so easily.
