At this stage of the game, everyone is
just cruising along and doing his or her own thing but there is an area that I
am growing increasingly concerned about. I am generally getting worried about
our lack of real medical doctor. To go all sci-fi and nerd on you, writers of
any apocalyptic story always include a doctor just to make the story easier to
write when things go wrong. LOST had Jack Shepherd, THE WALKING DEAD had
Herschel… Okay, GILLIGAN’S ISLAND didn’t have one… but there always seems to be
a doctor within those groups.
Kasondra has medical training from her
stint in the National Guard but it is not like she went to college for this.
She is not a nurse, she is a medic and that is mostly about patching holes. She
learned what the Army taught her.
Kim and Jennifer both know what
certain pills do for certain ailments but they have zero training when it comes
to diagnosing what pills need to be taken because of symptoms.
Take for instance, Demo Judy. She woke
up this morning complaining of slight nausea and a shortness of breath. Ever
tried to navigate WebMD? Hell, it could be anything from a common cold to Stage
4 colon cancer. So what did she do? She took Pepto-Bismol to try to ward off
the nausea.
It is just one of those scenarios that
we have swept under the rug and not really talked about as a group. Here is the
big secret. Ready?
WE DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL WE ARE
DOING!!!
All this, this society that we have
carved out, it is not like we had a battle plan going into this thing. I’m like
Indiana Jones. “I don’t know. I’m making this up as I go.”
I guess I shouldn’t be too hard on
myself. I think for all intents and purposes, we are doing really well. I mean,
look at the alternative. But still, with the internet being so damn sketchy, it
is not like anyone can just grab medical textbooks and self-educate themselves
into becoming a doctor overnight.
So I guess we just have to keep on
keeping on. What other option do we have? I really don’t like the idea of our
people self-medicating. I’ve looked in the Pharmacy. We have dozens upon dozens
of pill bottles for ailments and maladies that we will probably never run across.
I guess the best we can hope for is
that a Jack Shepherd of our own will come along.
Man, I don’t know why but ever since
our breach with the garbage compactor, all I keep seeing are the negative
things. Is it some sort of strange coincidence that I am seeing the need for a
medical doctor NOW of all times. It is another burden heaping up on my
shoulders and threatening to spiral me into a deeper depression. And who would
I normally talk to about such things to keep me on that even keel? Oh yes,
Janet and Tommy. Thanks again, God. Way to be all just and merciful.
