TBMs Found Me in the Hospital
TBMs found me in the hospital.
I'm flat on my back in a hospital bed after spinal surgery and in come the TBMs. I can't even remember the last time I went to the church. My whole family is in, and my ancestors were founders of the church. I am genuinely embarrassed to think that the nurses and staff of this Hospital believe I'm a Mormon. I spent most of the day telling them I don't believe in that cult.
I was in too much pain to throw them out. I scarfed down my little piece of bread and my sip of water, smiled, and sent them on their way. Of course no one bothered to send me flowers or visit me in the hospital. People who know I'm here couldn't care less about doing something thoughtful to really cheer me up. I'm in a lot of pain, but the TBMs had to track me down. I would have been more understanding if they had brought me chocolate!