For the past several days, I have been suffering from terrible, debilitating canker sores. I talk on the phone for a living. I dont have the time off from work, so I have to work. I have tried antibiotics, anti-inflammatories, many different otc pain meds...., kind like throwing a raw egg against a brick wall, expecting the wall to break. Nothing has worked. Then while looking around in the medicine cabinet one day this week, I discoverd an old prescription for Vicodin that my wife had from 10/08. I have used some of those off and on since. I never asked her, I just did it to ease the pain so I could work. I know she would say that if the pain was that bad I should have gone to see a dentist or doctor. But when and with what? I didnt have any money until just today, and I can't take time off from work, as I have no time available. Sooner or later, she will discover the missing pills. She will know it was me. Afterall I am an alcoholic. So....I can't tell her what I did, as I am too ashamed. Rather...when I get home tonight, I am going to tell her that we will make it thru the holidays, but come January, I will move back out. This never would have happened had it not been for those stupid canker sores. And now look at what has happened. I am such a pathetic looser. I really truly do hate myself and sometimes wish I really were dead.