I must be beyond gullible! (Part 2)

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So I have this third friend...her name is Gail. I have only known her for a little over a year. She is the mother of one of my daughter's best friends. She seemed really nice when I met her, and over the first couple of months we got to know each other, and things went pretty well. Then one day, she called me and said that she needed a ride to a doctor's appointment. So I took her, and at the time, I didn't ask for gas money....I figured I was doing it as a friend and asking for the money just didn't feel right. And then the requests for rides to appointments started coming more and more frequently, PLUS she would call me every Wednesday to see if I could take her to cash her check that she received from her payee (that's when the bells went off in my head...when the word "payee" was mentioned). Now, Gail lives about 9 miles away from me, and it's another 5 miles to the store to cash her check, and another 8 miles from THERE to the doctor. So I was going through the gas a little too much. So I started asking her to give gas money, which she had no problem doing. After all of this had started is when the problems really started rolling in. Come to find out, she has an addiction to pain pills, and has been that way for about 15 years according to her daughter. So she started calling me all the time, especially after the doctor put me on Vicodin, asking me to give her pain pills (which I didn't), or to take her to the hospital for a shot for pain where we would sit for about 7 hours until they called her in, or for a ride here and there. It got to the point that all of those things would be the only reasons she would call me for. Not to talk, or to see how I was feeling (even when my pain was at its' worst), but to see if I would do things to make her happy. Then, last week, she really started bugging me about giving her some of my Vicodin...she would call 10 times a day or more. I finally ended up lying to her and telling her that my insurance wouldn't give me any more and that I was totally out of pain pills. She actually had the gall to get angry with ME over it, claiming that I should try harder to get some more so that I could give her some to relieve HER pain! I try to keep in mind that she has a bit of a mental handicap (not retardation, but just a bit on the slower side and can't handle the ins and outs of every day life on her own...hence the reason for the payee). But just like with the other supposed friend, I felt so used and abused. I didn't call Gail for about a week. She ended up calling me today because my daughter had mentioned to her daughter about how upset I was. We talked it out, but I have the feeling that things won't change much. Someone please tell me, do I have the word S-U-C-K-E-R tattooed on my forehead, and I'm the only one that can't see it? Sheesh! Thank you all for letting me go on about both of these situations. I feel a bit better now. Now if I can just get rid of this stupid invisible tattoo.....! LOL