Searching Blogs

As you may or may not know, Google now as a search engine created specifically to search blogs. I was playing with it yesterday afternoon and decided to see if I could find other blogging dealing with methamphetamines. Unfortunately, my first search was too narrow: I used the term “methamphetamines Louisville” and the only results I obtained were what I had myself written. So I expanded the search by dropping “Louisville” and came up with “about 1800” results. Wow!

I read several of them and found that the blogs were both pro and con the use of methamphetamines. If I had had the time, I would have left comments on all of the blog entries I read. I didn’t, but may go back and do so at a later date.

Meth Junkie

On one of the blogs, Crazy Us, I found the above picture in a post entitled Those Crazy Kids and their Methamphetamines. I don’t know if the picture is of actual photographs or is morphed (if that’s the correct term). I do know that it says a lot to me and I would hope it says the same to those who have chosen to use that damned drug.

On a related subject, Friday I was at the pharmacy finally having the Rx my doctor gave me filled. While waiting for the prescription, a man came in with a “script” for four boxes of Sudaphed. Kentucky now requires that Sudaphed and Sudaphed-like decongestants be purchased from the pharmacy, where one must show identification and the name and address of the purchasers along with the amount in placed in a log book.

This guy would have drawn my attention even if the dialogue he had with the clerk didn’t. He had extremely long, dirty hair, torn jeans, and a long-sleeve shirt even though it was very warm outside. I have no problem with long hair or how people chose to dress; however, with my recent experience and new learnings about methamphetamines, my brain flashed the words “METH USER” in capital letters.

The dialogue between the man and the “dude”—a term I learned from Candy’s son—went something like this:

Clerk: “The prescription is for more Sudaphed that we’re allowed to sell at one time.”

Dude: “Don’t make no difference. It’s a script from my doctor and you gotta fill it.”

Clerk: “OK, but you still have to sign the register to get this.”

Dude: “Yeah, I know. Just gemma my stuff.”

The clerk looked at the man’s driver’s license: “I don’t understand. You live in Indiana and are filling this in Kentucky.”

Dude: “It’s a Kentucky script. Look at the doc’s address on it.”

The clerk consulted with the pharmacist and came back to the counter and completed the transaction.

I said to the woman waiting beside me who was smiling and shaking her head: “I wonder what would have happened had she refused to fill that?”

The woman replied: “Then that Meth-head would probably have gone across the counter, grabbed those boxes, and run out of here.”

I seem not to be the only one who is aware of the growing methamphetamine problem.