Despite his great attitude and hard work, Robb still needs a lot of Rather Personal Medical Stuff. We get cases of this medical stuff delivered, on a fairly regular basis.
And it drives me insane.
Not the fact that Robb has to use all this Rather Personal Medical Stuff. If that doesn't bother Robb, I'm not going to let it bother me.
What drives me insane is the delivery guys, and the boxes themselves. The boxes are huge and bulky (and not easy for a guy like Robb to drag up three flights of stairs). They are also labeled as Rather Personal Medical Stuff in letters so huge you could read them from the window of the Space Shuttle.
And this, apparently, embarrasses the delivery guys, because they ring our doorbell, and then ditch our boxes of Rather Personal Medical Stuff on the front door step and drive off as quickly as they can.
Ringing the doorbell and running away, indeed! I don't blame Robb for shaking his cane at these insolent whippersnappers.