[dingo]

There is so much wrong with that post, I don't even know where to begin. First of all, hydrocodone is not "a combination of codeine and an NSAID." It is a semi-synthetic opioid.

Next, Tylenol (acetominophen) and Aspirin are not NSAID's; Ibuprofen is. Hydrocodone is made in pills that also contain the medications you listed - Tylenol, APAP (paracetamol), etc. in combinations such as 5/325, 5/500, 10/325, etc., with the first number being the number of milligrams of hydrocodone and the second being the number of milligrams of the other ingredient.

You should always do a cold water extraction when taking more than a couple of these pills at a time to avoid liver damage - that part of the post was correct. You can safely take up to 4 grams of acetominophen, but doing that on a regular basis is asking for major trouble.

Thanks for saving me having to type that on an iPhone - one that takes great joy in closing my browser thus erasing my painfully 1 finger typed replies - usually about 15 words before I hit post. I often used to wonder where / how / why there seem to be so many posts like the one that required almost everything except possibly for conjunctions and 4 letter verbs to be edited for content. I'm not just talking about "facts" being wrong, not occasional errors. How, I obsessed, just how can there be so many "facts" that were anything but, it was a need to understand how a post can be totally full of statements and absent, completely incorrect? I would find myself awed. It can't be easy to write a reply to a single question or a list of them and pass it off as an "answer," (implying that the words were solutions and realize that even items like conjunctions or nouns (proper nouns even!) contained errors. How is it done? It has to be far more effort than the occasional slip into the verifiable realm, where the stament is confirmed as words that fail to mislead, to obfuscate, to prevericate, in short to screw up so completely as to have failed to avoid that pitfall of the public Internet website, to feel the shame, to be forced to wear the scarlet letter of the on topic, the sting of the dawning realization to have FAILED to have risen from the depths of those many who live the dream of imperfect ineptitude, those fearful masses who deny any rejection, who cowardly refuse to go where every man has always retreated, to be that terrible success who got it right...
Fortunately I live in a binary fantasy where I can refuse not to get it all wrong and I gird myself daily and face those ambivalent few who fail to get any part of their reply caught in that cesspool of truth. I'm out numbered, I turn away from a foe who agrees to misunderstand the confusion of the pristinely phrased desire for help. Your post saved me from having to step up and now I know I no longer am alone. May your enemies always be on topic, and may they never be confused. Someday they will fail to lose again, and I hope to be at your side when they conclude the pleasure filled truth of their accidentally honest answer.
Dingo