[DantesPeak]

I think my prior comments on this thread were misunderstood.

If there is severe rationing, they will have to give a high priority to trucks shipping food and medicine - regardless of the cost of gasoline and diesel.

In addition, the costs of buying drugs and especially food will be much higher in those circumstances. Obviously shipping costs only make up a small portion of drug costs, so they probably won't rise as fast in price as food, for example.

I'm a little surprised that so many admit to use of drugs (and I'm not talking about in a forum such as this where your real identity isn't known).

[vision-master]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('GASMON', 'O')ne of these to be taken daily
See photo Gasmon's post Every Friday evening, a visit to the doctor is required.

[PhebaAndThePilgrim]

Good day from Pheba, from the funny farm:
Just had to say that.
It is a funny farm here.
Haying season is very stressful since the Pilgrim also works a full time job.
My daughter is a nurse. She used to work at a nursing home.
Average # of meds each patient was on: 12.
12 prescriptions per elderly patient.

Daughter was given a prescription of Lexapro for depression a few years ago.
She went nuts, became totally manic, and went on a $25,000 shopping spree.
When she is not on the drug she is extremely frugal.
Prescription psych. meds can really screw a person up.
However, that being said, in 2004 I had a hysterectomy for cancer of the uterus.
With cancer of the uterus they take out everything female; kind of like Sherman moving through Atlanta.
I woke up without any ovaries, so no estrogen.
Instant clinical menopause.
I was supposed to be given a prescription of Wellbutrin.
Well somebody forgot. I went home without anything.
By week six post-op I was insane, suicidal, totally bonkers.
I sat on the sofa screaming and crying 8 hours a day.
Finally, I called my oncologist. He calmly asked me if I was taking my Wellbutrin.
I told him: "What Wellbutrin". Well, a happy pill or two later, I was a different woman.
I stopped crying. I got busy. I got happy. The crazies went away.

The psych. drugs are dangerous, and powerful, but they do have their place. I stayed on Wellbutrin for a year and slowly tapered off.
The worst two side-effects of Wellbutrin are speed like jitters, and weight loss. The weight loss is not considered a bad side-effect as far as I am concerned.
Pheba.

[PenultimateManStanding]

What an amazing story, pheba. That's the kind of story that expands one's mental horizons. Wow.

[catbox]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Ludi', '')$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('catbox', '
')So far no meds...not to say it won't happen, but I'm hoping not to go on meds period.

[PenultimateManStanding]

When I used to work in a plastics extrusion plant that made irrigation drip hoses, blue collar job all the way, I learned a lot of lessons about people. There was this huge fat Baby Huey guy. Another scrappy Czech immigrant got into a quarrel with Huey. Huey was a meth user. One night, after work, Huey snuck up on the Czech guy and damn near killed him with one blow to the jaw. You could see for days that Huey was scared his victim would die. The Czech guy survived and became a body builder. So, the quality control guy got busted by dogs in the parking lot finding a roach in his ashtray. The forklift driver got sent to jail for failure to make child-support payments. A fellow lineman told me how he bought a new car and got drunk and totaled it the same day. Baby Huey got promoted in spite of almost killing the Czech guy, which everybody knew about, and scratched the die face on my line. It was blamed on me, partly because of Huey's lies and partly because I was an "intellectual" which is like a red flag in some circles. So that was the end of that.

[Specop_007]

I made coat hangers on a night shift. Actually, I made the little cardboard dowel that went on coat hangers but none the less.....

Over lunch a guy would walk around and take orders. Not for what we were actually going to eat, but what everyone wanted to drink. Then a guy would go down to the liquor store and fill the order. We'd then all "go to lunch" and go out in the parking lot and drink, and smoke, and generally just get tore the hell up. Then back inside to work. It was the weirdest thing you know. The guy on the forklift is drunk...The guy on the wire cutter is high.....Saw a guy stealing toilet paper. He said he left some if I wanted any. Never did see any fights though, which was rather suprising. Blue collar jobs, its an interesting life for sure.

[PenultimateManStanding]

There were a lot of interesting things that happened in my 4 years at that plastics plant. We had a cruel foreman who was always pushing people's buttons whose name was Ike. A short little Viet Namese guy called him out once saying, "I'm not afraid of you! I'll kick your ass!" Another foreman liked to boast how he buttplugged his wife. That's the guy that helped get me fired. A real jerk but he did me a favor as it turned out. Now I've got this cushy job as a substitute teacher, but part of me misses those days in the oil patch and the plastics factory. I'd probably still be running oilfield explosives if I hadn't come onshore after a month on a platform, getting drunk, pissing on the company sign and wrecking their truck. They were good to me since I did a lot for them implementing new technology in the field. It was brand new and they tried it first in Long Beach, CA where I was the explosives guy.