My trip to the medical clinic wasn’t so bad. They faxed the results of my blood work and that was bad. My blood sugar is indeed too high as are my triglycerides. Coincidentally I received a letter from my Caterpillar directed prescription drug insurance that says the drug I’m taking to lower my triglycerides now has to be “pre-approved” and I should take some generic drug they approve of to lower THEIR costs. My costs they could care less about. So I have an appointment already and I will have to see what we do from here. I think I will ask about a long acting insulin but I will hear the doctor out first.
I had planned to mention all the medical stuff yesterday but got sidetracked on my Activism idea. Check out my
Preamble and the topic below.
IRS If a lawyer and an IRS agent were both drowning, and you could save only one of them, would you go to lunch or read the paper?
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An old preacher was dying. He sent a message for his IRS agent and his Lawyer (both church members), to come to his home. When they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom. As they entered the room, the preacher held out his hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed. The preacher grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at the ceiling.
For a time, no one said anything. Both the IRS agent and Lawyer were touched and flattered that the old preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moment. They were also puzzled because the preacher had never given any indication that he particularly liked either one of them.
Finally, the Lawyer asked, “Preacher, why did you ask the two of us to come?”
The old preacher mustered up some strength, then said weakly,” Jesus died between two thieves, and that’s how I want to go, too.”
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There will always be death and taxes;however, death doesn’t get worse every year.
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A businessman on his deathbed called his friend and said, “Bill, I want you to promise me that when I die you will have my remains cremated.” “And what,” his friend asked, “do you want me to do with your ashes?” The businessman said, “Just put them in an envelope and mail them to the Internal Revenue Service and write on the envelope, “Now you have everything.”
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