No more mister nice guy.

Now, as you may know, I've been helping out the old couple that lives next door.

I don't call them old lightly.  He's 84, and she's 91.  There have been some medical problems, and both of them are now in-patients.

Anna took a fall and broke her ulna and radius at the wrist, and her hip.  I understand that she's had her surgeries, and is doing well, and recovering nicely.

Simon was having other troubles, and was admitted too.

I'm not sure the nature of all of his problems, so I can't elaborate.

Now, if any of you know me, you know that I didn't start helping Simon and Anna (two of the least chinese names ever) for any kind of reward.

I was simply being a nice guy, a good neighbor.

My good samaritanism did net me a couple things tho:

The first of which was a visit from a Health Department worker.  Seems Simon, among other things, was diagnosed with tuberculosis.

This visit prompted the second thing I received, a TB test at the abovementioned Health Department.

I'm happy to report that 20 bux (out of pocket btw) and two days of vacillation between worry and virulent anger, that I'm not infected, but I'm still kinda pissed.

All I was doing was trying to be a nice guy, and not only did it backfire on me, it cost me money.

It may make me seem a bit petty, but methinks my days of helping out may be coming to an end.

Buenos con queso,

T.