The Corpsman was right!!!!!!

[Triple C]

Motrin is the finest sleeping aid I've ever had and no prescription is required. If my liver wants to kill me it'd have to race with the lung

[S2]

Caught HELL at work because I refuse to rinse my cup.

1.) Flavor-everybody else there drinks pre-ground crap. Me? Grind espresso fine just before I brew. Nothing but ugly, black, oily French roast.

2.) Easy to spot wherever it is resting at the moment. Easy to spot by EVERYBODY. Good for me as they usually RUN to let me know I forgot my cup somewhere.

I'm always grateful and say a polite "thank you".

3.) Nobody has touched my cup.

The cup is special. Has printed upon it a recipe for "Cowboy coffee". Almost Army quality. One gallon of water. One pound of coffee. Boil for two hours. Drop in horse shoe. If it sinks, add more coffee and reboil.

[Gun Grape]

Holy moly, doesn't that damage your liver?

Liver ? Whats that?

During the whole time I was taking those doses, they would pull blood for a liver function test every 6 months.

No damage at all. I think the alcohol counteracted the damaging effects of the motrin

[gunnut]

Maybe in the Army. The Navy/Marine Corps drug of choice since the mid 80s has been Motrin.

When I first enlisted, 1980 there were 2 go-to remedies. If you coughed, Doc hooked you up with Terpin Hydrate. If you ached then it was Tylenol 3 (with codeine).
Then the urinalysis program started and the Navy figured out that they had a bunch of codeine addicts. After 85 if the Doctor proscribed a narcotic, he had to seen justification to DoN.

From personal experience

Early 80s, sprained ankle= Tylenol3 , Bruised ribs= Tylenol3

Late 80s and beyond. Broke collarbone= 800mg Motrin, All four wisdom teeth extracted at one sitting= Motrin and icepack, Knee surgery=Motrin. Pain during/after a hump=Motrin
The corpsmen would give it out in ziplock sandwich bags. When I retired, I was taking 6-8 a day. And had been for a few years.

Should have seen the look on the Air Force Doctors face on my first visit after I retired and went to Tyndall. Trying to get my Vitamin M fix. Especially when I showed him the applicable parts of my med records where a doctor had prescribed that regiment. I'm taking newer drugs, better drugs, safer drugs and they don't do as good as the wonder drug.

Motrin cures everything.

Holy moly, doesn't that damage your liver?

[Albany Rifles]

There is a reason I kept a 30 cup coffee pot in my Bradley as a company commander. And my canteen cup was stowed behind the coax ammo bin...well seasoned by by LSA and CLP.

People who rinse their coffee mug also use soap on their cast iron, I bet.

[Gun Grape]

I don't know how many pots I drink...I start with 2 mugs after PT, I have a big 24oz mug I take with me to work that gets refilled no less than two times before I put my dip in. I'd say about two pots per day at least. I rinse out my mug once a week.

Not a lifer yet.

[Gun Grape]

Gunny,

What is this rinsing of which you speak?

Its some evil thing that my wife tried to do when she visited my office early in the marriage.

A foul process that removes the flavor layer from the mug.:insane:

[Albany Rifles]

Gunny,

What is this rinsing of which you speak?

[Brinktk]

Two questions

How many pots of coffee do you drink per day?

Do you wash/rinse out your coffee cup?

I don't know how many pots I drink...I start with 2 mugs after PT, I have a big 24oz mug I take with me to work that gets refilled no less than two times before I put my dip in. I'd say about two pots per day at least. I rinse out my mug once a week.

[Gun Grape]

It's funny, maybe I'm finally a lifer after all.

Two questions

How many pots of coffee do you drink per day?

Do you wash/rinse out your coffee cup?

[Brinktk]

It's funny, maybe I'm finally a lifer after all...I wake up, pop a horse pill of Motrin. Start the coffee while I shave. Commence drinking coffee for the next several hours. Pop in a Copenhagen after cup number 2. Induce a bowel movement of epic proportions within 30 minutes of popping in the dip. Like clockwork!

[tbm3fan]

Jeez Louise, how the hell did you get me talking about engine rooms in a thread about medications?!!!!:slap:

Hard to tell if you overdosed or went off. After awhile those highs and lows blend together... + =

[Tamara]

Yes, sir.

Opiates and opioids are hydras. Being married to an ICU nurse I know about pain management....not to mention my own dealings.

I use them sparingly whenever I am prescribed them....and stop as soon as possible. I feel for folks like yourself who have to deal with greater amount of pain.

Me, I hate using pain meds, for whatever reason, be it all the horror stories I've heard or the clause of "do not operate heavy machinery" or bad experiences in the few times I have had to use them.

Instead, I've got a host of mind over matter techniques at my disposal, from gate theory through distraction through redefination to creative application (ie, "push the headache out of your mind") to turning it off.

All that said, though, hearing the stories of various here, of the similar paths I may have been on, I dread in fear what may be down the path.

[Albany Rifles]

Sir,

You'd love to hear about his older borther, my uncle.

He was 10 years older than Dad and joined the navy in 1937.

His rate? Naval Aviation Pilot. Yup, he enlisted as an Aviation Apprentice and worked up to Aviation Radioman 2C. He was sent to flight school in the fall of 1941 and graduated from Pensacola in FEB 1942 as an NAP 2C and then within 4 months was an NAP 1C.

His rate badge would have looked like this:



By AUG he was commissioned an ENS(Temporary) and made it to LTJG (T). He flew FM2s off of CVEs and was part of TAFFY 3 off of Samar. Yeah, THAT TAFFY 3. After the war he reverted to Chief NAP and actually spent 3 years in that rate as a test pilot on the AD-1 Skyraider at China Lake. When the Navy did away with NAPs for heavier than air (they kept them in rotary and blimps for a while longer) he was made a LT and shipped out with the first squadron of AD-1s to Korea aboard the USS ESSEX.

Retired as a LTCDR in 1965 and finished his career flying Phantoms.

While I am his namesake and he jokinglky said I was out of the will because I went into the Infantry.

I reminded him that 20/100 vision, color blindness and shitty math scores had more to do with it!

[desertswo]

Skipper,

I understand well what Dad did....I made it a point of knowing. He was a Fireman 1st as opposed to Seaman First so I relaize he was a juniuor enlisted sailor and not a PO. He enlisted on his 17th birthday in World War 2 and spent his 18th at battlestations off of Okinawa. I have written about him previously on the WAB (and other places) which is how The Dude (AKA S-2) knew the story. When his ship was hit by a kamikaze he crawled through a maze of pipework to get to a wheel (which he turned 28 times....28 TIMES is a catch phrase in my family because of that!) to stop the steam from escaping and to bypass the break in the line. He was awarded the Bronze Star for that.

2 years in the Navy...joined on his 17th birthday in 1944 and was discharged 2 days after 19th birthday in 1946.

Sadly, he passed away at 2355 on 31 DEC 2000 (that man was going to get every bit out of the 20th Century!)

Thanks for explanation.

Cool! Like I said, I was just trying to see if we were all singing from the same sheet of music. It's like my father always being proud of being "the last of the right arm rates." Back in the day, every rating that grew out of the Seaman Apprenticeship group wore their crows on their right arms, while everyone else was on the left. Then the word came down from on high to make every uniform, well, "uniform." ;)