I'm pretty sure we'd have to load up the gang and pay an extended visit to hubby's older sister and husband. They own alot of acreage in Idaho, which they currently don't farm, but of course would if things got bad. We'd have to be careful and make sure we got out early enough to get there intact, before no one was selling gasoline or the roads looked like a Mad Max movie.
Assuming a total breakdown of services, I'd be out of my medications in 3 months and wouldn't have to worry about living for years beyond the crash. I'd most likely be dead within a year or two after. Apple cider vinegar doesn't cure everything, you know.
But, yeah, on a farm we'd stand a chance. I know how to can, as does my sister-in-law, and what my husband doesn't know about planting his BIL would teach him, and everyone else. There would be no time for idle hands and internet browsing.
Shit, I hope it doesn't come to that. It's one thing to be entertained by disaster movies like 2012 or The Day After, it'd be a totally unwelcome experience to be living a disaster.
I hope it went without me saying we'd be packing up the dogs and cats, and guns and ammo.