"Off With Their Heads!"

The only definition of "homebound" that the health care provider gives its patients is they can't go out without a cane, walker, or wheelchair. On the strength of being homebound, therefore, and of appealing to the farce of a medicare-affiliated "appeals" office, I have been granted another four to six weeks of home health care from a bath lady and a physical therapist. After that I'm on my own. As the Queen of Hearts said, "Off with their heads!" In a way I'll be glad to be rid of them. If PD doesn't finish you off, sooner or later fighting the Medical System will.

Fearing that I would again be deprived of homebound classification, on October 7 I skipped eating out with Alan and Stella Kishbaugh. We reminisced at my home instead. Alan remembered that regal Greer Garson was bashing a birthday pinata when we walked in on her party back in 1984. How could I have forgotten "Mrs. Miniver" conducting herself in such a non-British fashion? I shall use her fervor and aristocratic accent at my Medical System celebration when I command, "Off with their heads!"