Here's one that would not be so funny if I wasn't ok.

I too was popping the hydrocodone in August. I had my first chemo treatment, picked up the anti nausea drugs and went home to bed. I work the graveyard shift and planned to go to work that night. I took one of the 4 pills that the doc precribed that was just for anxiety before bed. I got up and felt fine so I headed off to work. Somehow, I got off the right shoulder of one of the country roads out here, over corrected, rolled the pickup truck and came to rest on the wheels in a corn field. I called my boss and asked him to call the cops and pulled the truck up out of the corn field. The cops towed the truck and sent me in an ambulance to be checked out. That is the last thing that I remember. A friend of mine picked me up at the hospital and was told that I had a concusion and to keep me awake so we went to Denny's. He tells me that I proceeded to eat 3 pancakes, bacon, eggs and oatmeal with brown sugar. I had not eaten any solid food in over 3 weeks because of the pain from the tumor and do not remember any of it. That was my last meal of solid food too.