We
trudged through our three miles again yesterday. Although once again I have to say that
“trudged” just isn’t the best word.
Yesterday’s walk seemed somehow easier than they have been. Chris even commented as we moved into the
final two turns that it seemed like we had only been going for two miles at the
most. Maybe that means we are finally
getting some good out of the whole exercise thing. Now I do have to add that toward the end of
the day my back started barking at me a little bit. But it was nothing I couldn’t handle. What choice did I have anyway?
Cailyn
came over to spend a few hours with us.
April had to work and Nathan was doing some training, which meant she
wasn’t spending the night. That didn’t
stop her and Nani from making a big batch of cookies for the bake sale on
Saturday. It’s at the Jamaica Beach park
from 10-4, by the way. Part of the big
Jamaica Beach Craft Sale. Seaside was
asked to be the food vendor of choice, so we added on a bake sale for
dessert. Come eat with us. So back to Cailyn. She rode with me on my errand run. We went first to the bank, then over to
Randall’s. At Randall’s I was going to
pick up a prescription that I haven’t had filled in some time. And boy did I ever have a sticker shock. First of all, they filled a full three
month’s supply. Not what I expected. Second, the price. Even the guy working in the pharmacy whistled
when he looked at it, and asked me if I was aware of the price. I assured him I had no idea and no frame of
reference for a guess, so he started big.
“Well, the actual cost from the drug company is $887 for the three
months’ supply.” Read an audible gasp
here. “But your insurance did cut that
cost down a lot.” Now a cautious sigh. “The cost to you for the whole three months
is $277.” Return of the gasp, but not as
gripping this time. He finally added, “Of
course you can just take it one month at a time. That would knock it down to $90 dollars or
so.” Cailyn was horrified at talk of
such outrageous costs. I knew I would probably
end up getting just a month at a time, but I told the guy I would come back
another time and pick it up.
Cailyn
needed a peppermint from Chris’ car stash to get her through recovery after
that traumatic experience, so I handed her one and started across the street to
pick up my hearing aid. That’s the one
that had the tiny little computer unit split right in half. What should Cailyn find as we walk in the
door? A bowl of peppermints. Gotta take advantage of a find like that. But wait.
On the other side of the room was another bowl. This one had a collection of chocolate-type
candies like Twix and malted milk balls.
Oh my. The peppermints became
second class citizens in the wake of this find.
Meanwhile, when I tried on the new hearing aid, the silly thing squealed
like a stuck pig. It was so loud that
Cailyn could hear it across the room.
The receptionist told me to wait right there and immediately went to get
the audiologist. Seems the company had
put in all my settings, but they forgot to turn on the feedback modulator. She hooked me up to her computer and made the
appropriate adjustments. All was
well. And as a bonus, on our way out of the
back fitting room, we passed a shelf with cookies, and brownies. Of course Cailyn was offered a treat, and to
be respectful and show her good manners, she graciously accepted a
brownie. I accepted few packages of
batteries as my treat. Oh, I have to
tell you what Cailyn said on the way home.
She asked first if she could roll down her window. Once that was accomplished, after a long
second or two, she admitted. “I just fed
the seagulls, DadDad.” I replied, “So
the brownie didn’t taste that good?” “No,”
she agreed, kind of surprised that I had guessed what she had done. “It was kind of nasty. But I didn’t really want it anyway. I only agreed to take it because it looked
like no one had taken any of their treats and I didn’t want them to feel bad.” That’s my girl.
James
5:14-15 says, “Is any one of you sick? He
should call the elders of the church to pray over him and anoint him with oil
in the name of the Lord. And the prayer
offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. If
he has sinned, he will be forgiven.”
Father,
thank you for sweets and treats and other necessary medication. Amen.
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