I was cleaning out my med cabinet and found a bottle that was shoved in the back. It was for 300mg of neurontin (from when I had my cervical fusion), and I was so tempted to try and see if it would decrease this horrible pain that Ive been in all day. I know that I overdid it yesterday at the state fair (volunteering at the fast paced kitchen in the AM, and then we spent the rest of the day walking thr fairgrounds and looking at everything). I am so payiung for it today - and Im only on 25 mg of Lyrcia per day (as a started dose to see if it works), and thats been shown to help somewhat. In the end, I put the neurontin on the counter and told my Hubby about my urge to take it. Hes such a good guy that he hugged me and and talked to me about why I wanted to take it. We even looked to see when it was prescribed (as I don't even remember the last time I had it) and it expired in 03/2009. I promised to him that I'll take it work in the AM and discpose of it, as since I work in a mental health agency, we have a company that comes in and picks up all of our old meds/expired meds given to us by the patient and disposes of them.