The street value of the drugs I had when my mom died - crazy. Especially cause we had done in home hospice for a bit, we had HUGE bottles of morphine and methadone. My mom's friend took care of getting rid of them and I'm not quite sure what she did.

I do remember one place insisting they had to talk with her to cancel her account. Even when I asked if they were going to stage a seance, she was very insistant. Clueless. I chose to laugh instead of cry.

The nurse flushed all the morphine when my mom died, but we still had mounds of anti-nausea, lidocaine patches, etc. Never did find a good solution.

Gosh, I've got three boxes of lidocaine patches. Multiple bottles of oxys, hell, we've got nicknames for the pain pills--perkies, loras--he wasn't even bothering to fill the pain scrips because of the home supply.

The company brought over the plant-based sympathy thing. I'd mentioned I didn't want roses or mums. They brought foliage. Beautifully green, thick-leaved, probably expensive. I loathe house plants that are just thick-leaved green foliage. And it's alive and something I'm apparently supposed to tend and keep alive.

I guess I'll take it home and ask if anyone likes plants.

I have enough friends with chronic pain and anxiety issues that I just discreetly "rehomed" mom's meds stash. I've gotta say, finding her bottle of Xanax while dealing with the weird stress of helping dad go through all the things he didn't know about was very serendipitous timing.

I may or may not have inherited Tim's mom's Xanax. The home hospice nurse had to pour the liquid morphine down the drain, though, in front of witnesses.

Yeah, the AIDS shelter guy was actually at my house to pick up a bunch of clothes I was donating when I mentioned to him my dilemma about the medications. He gently told me that he would make sure they found their way to someone that needed them.

My feeling about pain medication has always been "you never know when you might need it." Pain meds from teeth and the like have gotten me though any number of accidental injuries and various ways my body has turned on me.

Environmentalists would be unhappy with that morphine down the drain. There are a remarkable number of drugs in the water supply, enough in some cases to affect fish.

The Word Detective had the same possible origins of "to the nines" as Omnis' link, plus one or two others (scroll down a bit):

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Connie, I feel certain that if you can't find something local to you, there are people you know (*ahem*, or their elderly mother) who could take certain items off of your hands for you. Though Ginger also makes a good point for hanging onto them, just in case.

Oh, I'm all for having my own stash of meds. But I would also be super tempted to try to turn a profit.

Doesn't ita use lidocaine patches? Maybe she could use them?