What did the mailman bring me?

I must say I am so happy to find the 'mailbox' group when I did!  I had an interesting, bittersweet and reality shaking mail day yesterday and who to share it with?  So, here you all are waiting on MY mail.  This is wonderful and the WHAT'S IN YOUR MAILBOX TODAY GROUP is just what m doctor ordered (he orders some pretty strange stuff).

 I received my MEDICARE card, yesterday in the mail.

Harmless enough.  I should be happy.  This is a part of American life, is it not?  I know I should be happy and even grateful perhaps that this coverage is there for me.  Hey, it is inevitable and should be a "good thing", as it is said.

Why so sad?

I am 39 years old.  My mother reassures me getting it at 65 is no celebration, either.  I am disabled.  I am no longer an active part of the 'working world' and I mourn that everyday.  I could pour out all that is happening medically with me but it does not add or detract from what my mailman brought me!  So, I leave it go just to say never, never, never drive drunk ... I am what is left of how a drunk driver's 'happy hour' can end.  No matter how broken my body is, I still rather be me then a drunk.  Okay, public service announcement over.

So, I am grateful that Medicare is available to me and I have to adjust for what it stands for.  It is another adjustment.  Disability and a deteriorating body teaches you how to adust aptly.

So, the mailman came and went yesterday here on my doorstep leaving behind a challenge for me.  I wonder if he thinks about what he leaves behind and how it will effect those that receive it?  I would venture to believe many people have some adjusting to do when they get their mail.  Boy oh boy, how I yearn for an all magazine day!

Thanks for listening,

Susan