Monday, July 6, 2015
You have to see the whole picture.
One of the drawbacks to living in a rural county, is that the range of medical expertise you have access to is very limited. Most doctors here are general practitioners. If you have to see a specialist, then you wind up driving a couple of hours to get to one.
I've never gone to a doctor's office and been seen within an hour of my appointment time. Since I always get where I have to be at least fifteen minutes early, I spend a lot of time sitting in the waiting room.
I'd just as soon be left alone and wait, but there are always going to be social individuals who want to "visit" and without being rude there's no way to avoid them.
Today I sat in a nice waiting room. At least, it was air conditioned, there was no television in the room, and the chairs were comfortable. There was no music playing, which was a big plus.
Sitting nearby was a fellow about my age. He was wearing a suit. I haven't worn a suit since I retired. I don't own a suit. I was wearing khaki work clothes. They're comfortable. This fellow observed that "you're not from around here, are you?" I find it hard to believe that everyone in that location wears suits but I allowed as to how that was true, I was not from around there.
The next question was predictable. After I had told him where I was from, he got excited and said he had been looking for a "get away" place up there, somewhere to go to if there were "Baltimore" style disruptions and he needed to lay low. He said he was prepared to shelter in place though. I asked him where he lived, and it was one of those gated communities with an artificial lake and McMansions just outside Atlanta.
He told me about all the guns he had. He really did have a nice collection. He had some neighbors who were shooters, and they had all agreed to fort up together if things went bad. I asked him if he was on city water and city sewage. He said yes, of course, why did I ask?
I asked him if he had ever seen "After the Apocalypse" from the History Channel. He hadn't (why was I not surprised) so I recommended he take a look at it. Clearly he could afford the $12.00 for the DVD.
He told me some more about his guns. It was interesting, he obviously had a lot of money and bought really nice collectibles. I asked him about food. He had 4 months worth of freeze dried food in the basement. Four months for him and his family, or four months for him, his family and his cronies and their families? Did the other guys have any food stored? He didn't know about them, he was only planning on his family.
What about medical supplies. Well, they had what "everybody" keeps in the medical cabinet and enough Valium to last 30 days or a bit more. I wondered if this meant somebody in the family didn't handle stress well but I didn't want to be nosy.
I asked him if he had ever heard the expression "beans, bullets, bandaids." Nope. Had he ever read anything by Rawles or Benson. Nope. Had he heard of Off Grid, American Survival Guide, Survivalist, Disasters Edge, Be Ready, or anything similar. Nope. He was starting to look like he thought he'd run up on a lunatic, a little uneasy.
I wrote down some book titles for him, some magazine names, and some DVD's he could get from the internet.
Eventually they called my name, we said our "enjoyed talking to you's" and went our separate ways. I wish the man luck. His heart was in the right place, if nothing else.