I’m going to take a few days and tell you what our postal
carrier (see how politically correct that I can be) brings to our home. I will
include every item that we get. I hope that I won’t come back to regret my
openness. Go ahead and start your polls on
the number of politicians who will brag about their
accomplishments, bags of medicine and magazines that I won’t even read. (You
see, Bob signed us up for boecoo magazines in order to receive some exciting
gnome or crop on Farmville. I love him, but I could shoot him sometimes.)
Let me start with the big items first. We got a copy of Arthritis Today. Now that is one
magazine that I will actually peruse. The articles make me giggle. “A
Sweet Way to Lose Weight” is one
that makes me guffaw right away. Why in tarnation do they even need to mention
the word “sweet.”? It better include a lunch of Snickers and chocolate cake
with an evening of chocolate chip cookies and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I
doubt it! There’s also “Find Your Joy Again.” Who says I lost my joy? It’s just
scrunched underneath that pile of magazines on my table.
Bob also got two big envelopes from Mayo Clinic. Boy, that
sure brings back the memories. Bob will see the neurology department beginning
on July 23rd. They are very thorough in the detailed forms that I
probably will be the one completing. They might even question the number of
catalogues we receive and his great grandfather’s shoe size.
He got a copy of the church newsletter from The Buddhist
Temple of Chicago. His mom was a member and we have provided donations in her
honor. Like any church, they could use some more money. No jokes there.
We got a mailing from Cabela’s, Bob’s favorite store in the
whole wide world. He could open up his own store of fishing goodies with all
the “stuff” he has in the basement. My poor hubby gets dehydrated when we go
there by so much drooling. They promise $20 off any $120 purchase. That still
means that we have to spend $100. (See how good I am at math!) I’ll toss that
one in the trash before Bob sees it and gets any ideas. Right with it is an
advertisement about a SPECIAL release of ORIGINAL Morgan Silver Dollars. There
are lots of capitol letters and exclamation marks begging us to open it up.
Sorry, trash! If Bob gets a hold of that, our checking will be in major
troubles.
St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital sent me cute address
labels while asking me to send back money in return. I forgot about address
labels. We get about four packages each week. We could never use them all with
just mail. I might start sticking them throughout the house though to remind me
of my name on those bad days.
There is also a postcard from InkPixi. I bought some
T-shirts from them once and they still remember me. I would rather have the
money they waste in postage to me than all of these postcards. We also received
some small print information from the National Financial Services LLC. That’s
another place that sends out tons. They probably are partially financed by some
ophthalmologist who is enjoying watching me scrunch up my forehead in my
struggle to read all of this worthless information.
The last thing is from Medicare providing a summary of Bob’s
doctor appointments. That will just get him in a frazzle as he double, no
triple, better quadruple check the dates and amounts. It will be a late one for
him tonight.
That’s our mail for today. Stay tuned. It shows that life is
good since so many people think we have all this money to spend on “stuff”.
God Uses My Chronic Pain to Prove that Life is Good
- We got proof that more doctors
will check on Bob while we get 3% of the bill paid. Is that the joy that Arthritis Today was talking about?
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