Tonight I decided to go to my mom's house to stay overnight because me and my son's father are having problems. Anyways, today my step-dad was complaining about a bad toothache and even made an emergency dentist trip. The dentist prescribed him Vicodin and penicillin because he has an abcessed tooth. About an hour ago I heard the most dreaded noise in the upstairs bathroom- vicious, hedious, nasty v* noises. I froze and just listened. I thought I was going to die. I can reassure myself, however, that it was from the vicodin and not a s/v. I know how vicodin made me feel when I took it on one occasion and I vowed I would never, ever take any prescribed painkiller, ever. I' mjust fine taking tylenol. I even refused pain meds. after I had surgery in April of last year and just recentlyin Nov. when I had to have a cyst removed from my ovary. I woke up extremely nauseous anddemanded that the nurse on-call give me some anti-nausea meds in my i.v. Anyways,it makes me feel better that he v* because of the painkillersbut just the fact that I had to hear it makes me dread it more. I figure how can exposure to the actual act itself be any kind of mechanism in helping me fight off this phobia? Honestly, it makes it a hell of a lot worse.