My mailman and I no longer have secrets.
I’ve said that once before when he surprised me on my porch and I was trying to be sneaky and check my mail in my underwear. At least they were nice underwear.
I came home and checked my mail on the way through the door. The first thing I was was this. Seriously? The lettering is as big as it appears to be. And bold. It has to be big and bold.
I was too tired to be stunned at how insensitive this seemed and what a horrible invasion of my privacy this was. I wasn’t, however, too tired to feel a little defeated over it.
This envelope was from my new Infectious Disease Specialist that I was referred to by Dr. Unhelpful. Then I opened the envelope and read the first time of the letter. I rolled my eyes pretty hard.
I’m shaking my head as I type this. Welcome to Infectious Diseases? Thanks! Is there a gift? Lyme Disease has given me so much already! Exhaustion, pain, tender joints, night sweats, twitchy muscles, brain fog, fear of the unknown and Dr. Unhelpful. The list really does go on!
Lyme Disease is the friggin’ gift that keeps on giving!
For starters, this office is part of the hospital. They have a really nice logo for the hospital system. My son’s pediatrician is a part of this chain of medical office’s also and when I get mail from them, it’s got the dove logo and the address to their office.
So is it really necessary that I have to have INFECTIOUS DISEASE screaming my personal business at my mailman when they send me a letter? What if it had gone to the neighbor next door?
I have nothing to be ashamed of, but that’s not the point. After the call from the Health Department and now this, I feel like a dirty piece of garbage.
I am not contagious, but I sure as hell feel like I am. Between this letter and the call I got from the county health department, I couldn’t feel anymore like a monster than I do right now.