Money money money

No, I didn’t get my economic stimulus package. But I got a letter telling me how it should arrive by June 20. The check, as it were, is in the mail.

And I haven’t heard anything back from the state of New York, contesting my assertion that I don’t owe them any money. I did note, with what I guess was amusement, that the envelope they enclosed with the bill really was big enough only for the bill portion, not the the form you fill out if you’re contesting the bill. Including the whole thing, plus my explanation of why I don’t owe them anything, took some creative folding.

Ouch redux

The MRI wasn’t unbearable, even if it’s not an experience I’d like to repeat any time soon, but I really wish I didn’t need to wait a week and a half to discuss the results with my orthopedist. They released the films to me (which, not surprisingly, I don’t know how to read), and I have an appointment with the doctor next Wednesday. On the one hand, I’ve waited this long… On the other hand, though, I’ve waited this long. And my leg still hurts.