In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Once Upon a Time.”
Once upon a time…
He finally made his way home, weary from the day’s work, looking forward to some downtime, but doing what, he didn’t know.
It didn’t matter, really, as long as it wasn’t work.
He’d been to see the doctor last week, and while the overall health was good, there was an issue with blood pressure.
It was high. His hyperactive thyroid had triggered it, and while that was under control, the blood pressure was a constant tide: low, high, low, high…
The heart was fine, the pulse fine, even the cholesterol was fine, and the sugar too. He had no allergic reactions, gained a couple of pounds, but not much, and felt fine in general, no pain to complain about, but though he was not in danger, he was not entirely out of the woods.
Trudging up the steps, he saw the edge of the white envelope sticking out of the mailbox.
Sighing, he removed it: “An Important Message from Your Health Plan.”
Doctors….
He walked through the living room, looking at the envelope in his hand, pondering the possibilities of what could be important.
Without much preamble, he put down the heavy bag containing his laptop, and ripped the envelope open.
It was indeed from his health insurance, and as he scanned its message, he couldn’t help but smile, the message within making his heart glad and lifting his spirits, and lowering his blood pressure.
“This is not a bill.”
Beyond Panic 
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