Avoiding Death

Over the course of the last several weeks my office has been bombarded with healthcare related calls. I'm talking 100s and 100s of calls- some good, some bad, some down right crazy. One even included a death threat. So of course, my office did what any sane office would do when some threatens the big D- the police were called.

I on the other hand proceeded to text the boy (who had taken a day and a half off of work to sit directly in front of a 50" tv to watch a ball be dribbled back and forth on a court for approximately 40 minutes- until the last two minutes in which when he proceeds to vehemently yell at the tv).

Upon learning I may be blown to smithereens he responds with "sweet, I'm buying a beamer with your insurance money". Apparently he forgets my salary pays the mortgage, which would make him the little old man who lived in the bmw. Except he's not little...or old. But you get the point.

Anyway, that conversation reminded me of a VERY similar conversation we had a couple years ago. I was redic sick with a winter cold- I'm talking fever, snotty nose, a productive cough. Basically, a whole wintery mess up in my nasal passage. I told the boy I was pretty sure this cold was going to be the death of me (surely I had some incurable form of pneumonia) Without thought, he asked if he could have my computer chair...

Apparently, my dying is going to be a beneficial phase in life for him. Or at least he must think so as it is very clear he is nonplussed about my safety.

In fact, I'm beginning to wonder if he called in that death threat...