Yes, it has been too long since my last post but rather than bore you with lame excuses I'll just get on with it.
It has been an extremely odd week. I was told that I have the neck of 50 year old woman, my wallet was stolen, and I found out that my childhood best friend has cervical cancer.
I went to see a chiropractor because I'm training for a half marathon to raise money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. I've been having some aches and pains and thought I would try chiropractic care instead of drugs and hydrocortisone injections (been there, done that, didn't help). Anyhoo, on the downside: my ankle pronates, one leg is shorter than the other, I have scoliosis, and the aforementioned neck of a 50 year old. On the upside, I've been cured of my hypochondria because, as you can see, I really AM f@cked up!
I had my first adjustment on Thursday and it was such an odd sensation that I cracked up laughing the whole way through. I think my chiropractor thinks I'm insane... which may or may not be true.
Later that evening, I went to a mentoring dinner to see my sweet little mentee (Okay, not so little - she's 18). She's back at the group home because the potential adoptive mother found her "too difficult." I'm not sure what she was expecting when she decided to adopt two teenage girls, but considering that my mentee doesn't do drugs, doesn't smoke, and doesn't even date, I can't imagine what her complaints are. I wish I were in a position to adopt but I'm not, financially or emotionally. At least I know my limitations.
In any event, I went to the group home for this mentoring dinner and stupidly left my jacket in the common room for about half an hour while mentee showed me her new room. I came back and the rest of the mentors had left. I grabbed my jacket and noticed that the pocket was unzipped. A note had fallen out. I grabbed it and walked outside. When I stuck my hand in my pockets to keep my hands warm I noticed my wallet was missing. I went back to the house thinking it had simply fallen out (I'm so naive sometimes). It was nowhere to be found. When I spoke to the staff I got the impression that these things happen often enough that no one was surprised.
I only had about $35 in cash in the wallet but the most annoying part is having to cancel all my cards and order a new license, etc. I called the credit bureaus and put a fraud warning on my record so that creditors will contact me before opening any new accounts. I'll have to order my credit record every three months just to be sure no one attempts to steal my identity.
My mom informed me about the situation with my childhood best friend. Long time friends of the family told her and she passed on the bad news. I haven't seen or spoken to her a couple of years since she moved. I was told not to call her because the person that spread the news wasn't sure L wanted people to know. In which case, why tell me? I think I'll send her a card in a week or so and see if she gets in touch. I feel really sad for her because she lost her mom and her dad to cancer and she's got two small girls of her own.
Sometimes what comes around doesn't go around, if you know what I mean. The distribution of tragedy and bad luck is decidedly skewed.