The Candidate And Donut Hole From Hell
We drove up to see mother-in-law who is dying from complications from years of fighting the ravages of cancer. My wife wanted to be with her when she went to the doctor. Having just had some blood replacement, the wife wanted to see if her blood work looked better or still remained the same.
The evening we got there, Me-Mom was in watching television on a monitor that no longer supported color. While she was in the bedroom, Me-Mom received a call from the Republican Party wanting her to donate money. The lady on the other end became boisterous and nasty because Me-Mom wouldn't promise to send more money. Me-Mom is living on her husband's Social Security, with her tad-bit-added. Basically, they were eating on Grandpa's Pizza Hut part time job.
"Mother, you don't have to put up with that!" the wife said after hearing one end of the Republican slam for more money. Grandpa and Grandma can't afford to donate a lot, and I wondered how the Republican money machine got their name.
"See a picture of John and his wife. Aren't they a cute couple?" Me-Mom said as she passed the picture around.
"Ah ha!" I thought. "Norma and Jack donated money to the McCain campaign.
"Norma, have you donated money toward the McCain campaign?" I asked.
"Sure, we donate money." The wife figures her mom donated $15, about all she could afford.
The dead TV, I could easily fix; I couldn't fix her name on the Republican list.
The next morning Cella took her mom to the doctor's office. Three hours later they came home, and we had bad news. The doctor had ordered medication, and the pharmacist had some rigid news. Grandma had hit the "Donut Hole From Hell" on her insurance. She was having to pay full price. Simply speaking, Marcella couldn't afford to pay for one of her medications - the $159 lip balm for her medication induced mouth sores.
Horrors of horrors, the new TV worked fine but it picked up FOXNEWS just fine. Dang, I should have programmed that channel, ... permanently off. Oh well, I got a big hug out of it.
We drove up to see mother-in-law who is dying from complications from years of fighting the ravages of cancer. My wife wanted to be with her when she went to the doctor. Having just had some blood replacement, the wife wanted to see if her blood work looked better or still remained the same.
The evening we got there, Me-Mom was in watching television on a monitor that no longer supported color. While she was in the bedroom, Me-Mom received a call from the Republican Party wanting her to donate money. The lady on the other end became boisterous and nasty because Me-Mom wouldn't promise to send more money. Me-Mom is living on her husband's Social Security, with her tad-bit-added. Basically, they were eating on Grandpa's Pizza Hut part time job.
"Mother, you don't have to put up with that!" the wife said after hearing one end of the Republican slam for more money. Grandpa and Grandma can't afford to donate a lot, and I wondered how the Republican money machine got their name.
"Ah ha!" I thought. "Norma and Jack donated money to the McCain campaign.
"Norma, have you donated money toward the McCain campaign?" I asked.
"Sure, we donate money." The wife figures her mom donated $15, about all she could afford.
The dead TV, I could easily fix; I couldn't fix her name on the Republican list.
The next morning Cella took her mom to the doctor's office. Three hours later they came home, and we had bad news. The doctor had ordered medication, and the pharmacist had some rigid news. Grandma had hit the "Donut Hole From Hell" on her insurance. She was having to pay full price. Simply speaking, Marcella couldn't afford to pay for one of her medications - the $159 lip balm for her medication induced mouth sores.
Horrors of horrors, the new TV worked fine but it picked up FOXNEWS just fine. Dang, I should have programmed that channel, ... permanently off. Oh well, I got a big hug out of it.
