In fall of ‘99, I helped my dad set aside barrels of flour, sugar, and powdered milk, because he was working as a software test manager.
This year, I stockpiled antibiotics, drugs for managing obstetric hemorrhage, and birth control pills, because I work in medicine and don’t want to be stuck with no tools if the trade when Trump’s policies catch up.
Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe it’s familial. Maybe we’ll be the folks who can still get people treated for a few more weeks. Who knows.



