Because I am "not young," I have drugs in my house. More than ibuprofen, aspirin and over-the-counter medications: I've got the good stuff. Back when I had minor surgery, I filled a prescription pain killers, the kind that put you to sleep, the kind that make your mouth all dry, nighty-night pills. Between my medical history and my husband's, we've practically got a pharmacy in my medicine cabinet. Right after surgery, I was proud of myself for not taking pain killers, because I didn't want to get addicted.