04-22-2016, 05:56 PM
Agreed - Almost any Doctor will try you on Trazadone when you first complain of insomnia. they hand them out like Pez dispensers without batting an eye. That was the first med my GP put me on, and when I went back to him a week later and told him it was not having the desired effect, he shrugged and told me to chase it with some Nyquil, as Trazadone was all he was willing to prescribe.
That's when I went to work finding a highly rated psychiatrist to replace my GP, and found my Doc of the past 11 years, who has been an absolute godsend.
Funny thing, I still have 70 or so Trazodone tabs in a bottle on the top shelf of my medicine cabinet - Even though it didn't work for either my wife or I, I'm constantly reminding myself to toss it into the bug-out ruck, then constantly forgetting to do so. The bug-out ruck contains a waterproof compartment, within which is a waterproof bag, within which there is the pharmacological smorgasbord of our daily meds (120 days worth of each), plus Aspirin, Ibuprofen, Cipro, Amoxicillin, Cyclobenzaprine, Allegra, Zantac, Flonase, Advil Cold & Sinus, even 50 ampoules of 20mg Nalbuphine and 20 syringes, the closest approximate to the morphine syrettes we used to carry on Long Range Surveillance patrols when I was on active duty. Heck, no one in my family even suffers from diabetes, but I keep four 10ml bottles of Humira Insulin, along with 50 of those tiny insulin syringes in the bug-out ruck as well, you never know who you'll meet or what they will need.
Go ahead and say it - I've heard it all - But when whatever happens happens, I'll be the well armed fellow, well stocked with ammunition, food, and water, riding the open roads where possible, and walking where not, along with my adult son, whose aim is much better than mine (I have to wear glasses these days), and my two adult daughters and wife, all trained very well to shoot and fight with knives.
You don't want to have a mini-arsenal and a bug-out bag (believe me, just keeping track of the expiration dates on the food and medications so that I know when to replace them requires a spreadsheet - And let's not even start on keeping inventory of the ammunition), but no one gave much of a damn about me while I was growing up, so I suppose the net effect of that is an OCD where taking care of, protecting, and leaving a legacy for my own family is my version of Starfleet's "Prime Directive".
Sure, I'm a little off in the head, but spend 52 years in my shoes and see how YOU come out the other side
That's when I went to work finding a highly rated psychiatrist to replace my GP, and found my Doc of the past 11 years, who has been an absolute godsend.
Funny thing, I still have 70 or so Trazodone tabs in a bottle on the top shelf of my medicine cabinet - Even though it didn't work for either my wife or I, I'm constantly reminding myself to toss it into the bug-out ruck, then constantly forgetting to do so. The bug-out ruck contains a waterproof compartment, within which is a waterproof bag, within which there is the pharmacological smorgasbord of our daily meds (120 days worth of each), plus Aspirin, Ibuprofen, Cipro, Amoxicillin, Cyclobenzaprine, Allegra, Zantac, Flonase, Advil Cold & Sinus, even 50 ampoules of 20mg Nalbuphine and 20 syringes, the closest approximate to the morphine syrettes we used to carry on Long Range Surveillance patrols when I was on active duty. Heck, no one in my family even suffers from diabetes, but I keep four 10ml bottles of Humira Insulin, along with 50 of those tiny insulin syringes in the bug-out ruck as well, you never know who you'll meet or what they will need.
Go ahead and say it - I've heard it all - But when whatever happens happens, I'll be the well armed fellow, well stocked with ammunition, food, and water, riding the open roads where possible, and walking where not, along with my adult son, whose aim is much better than mine (I have to wear glasses these days), and my two adult daughters and wife, all trained very well to shoot and fight with knives.
You don't want to have a mini-arsenal and a bug-out bag (believe me, just keeping track of the expiration dates on the food and medications so that I know when to replace them requires a spreadsheet - And let's not even start on keeping inventory of the ammunition), but no one gave much of a damn about me while I was growing up, so I suppose the net effect of that is an OCD where taking care of, protecting, and leaving a legacy for my own family is my version of Starfleet's "Prime Directive".
Sure, I'm a little off in the head, but spend 52 years in my shoes and see how YOU come out the other side