Bad Thing #1
First, I went to an amazing event. It was great, I was on schedule to be on time to work, and as I was driving I saw something fluttering in my windshield. I thought maybe it was a ticket for parking in a bad spot at the hotel, but between glances at the car in front of me, I realized is was a small, lined sheet with handwriting. I stayed in the slow lane, praying the whole time that it wouldn’t flutter away. I got to the parking lot at work, got out and had a mini internal debate over whether to read the note or check out my car. I opted for reading the note. It had a first name, phone number, and an apology for her son bumping my bumper while parking. (I had backed in and I guess as he was pulling around me to park, my passenger side front bumper had been sacrificed.) I texted my boyfriend, then I called my work, let them know I was there but not able to come up yet, explained my bad luck. I called the number, left the most awkward, “Hi, my name’s Alexa, you hit my car, thanks for the note, feel free to text me the insurance info. K, bye.” type of message and then waited five or so minutes before sucking in the anxiety of having to fix a car I don’t even like, for the second time in less than a year, and going upstairs.
The woman who holds the policy ended up texting back, I talked to the insurance, got an estimate, sent it to them, and then never heard from them.
After a couple weeks I called my insurance. My insurance, Geico, said if I paid they’d cover my rental and then go after the company for reimbursement for me so I paid. Then I called Geico a few weeks later when I hadn’t heard from them and they said that since my cost was less than my deductible, they would not be contacting the company of the woman who hit me. I was livid. I cried. I am leaving Geico.
I called the insurance company of the at-fault, re-sent the estimate, and they are very pleasant and once they get the pictures from the person who did the estimate, they will be sending me a check. *fingers crossed* *knock on wood*
Someone is using my credit card. Well, they were.
I have American Express and their customer service is amazing. I thought I lost my Amex a few years back so I had them cancel the number and send me a new card.
A few weeks ago I had Uber and Lyft Charges, and I haven’t used those services in many months. I freaked out more than I probably should have, called American Express who bumped me around a bit, called my boyfriend when I got the “we’re looking into it and will call back” and waited to hear the bad news.
Amex called back, they explained it was on the old card which they know I had cancelled, reimbursed for those charges that went through, and denied any pending/future charges to the old number, and essentially fixed everything.
Moehill -> Mountain -> Moehill -> No hill.
Sick for DAYS
Preface: Before moving out here I was only sick two or three times a year, now I feel like I’m “coming down with something” or actually sick every other month at least. I also am a quick recoverer; I had the flu and was better in forty-eight hours without any prescription meds.
I had a mildly sore throat for the week leading up to my birthday. On my birthday (a Wednesday) I was so pale and my throat sounded terrible enough that I was told to leave early. I was worse on Thursday and I saw a clinic doctor who said the only thing that would fix it was home remedies and some OTC meds, but that I should rest and stay home from work that day and possibly the next. I went in on Friday and was immediately told to leave, go home, and rest. It was appreciated that I came in but no one wanted whatever was ailing me and my voice couldn’t handle calls anyway. I slept all day from Wednesday through Sunday and was at about seventy-five percent on Monday. I went in, took as few calls as possible, slept early, and continued my OTC drug regimen. I repeated this same scenario through the rest of the week, and the next. I was sick. I was truly exhausted, stuffy, sore throat, miserable for three weeks. I have never been under the weather for that long in my whole life. I’m not sure if the stress of the other situations put me through that, all I know is it finally kick started me into taking ALL of my vitamins again.
I’m on Biotin, One-A-Day Womens, Vitamin C, and a few other doctor-recommended vitamins*. This, along with my continued efforts to eat better and exercise more** – which should be more effective this time since my boyfriend is also going to be eating better and exercising and is no longer taking six classes at a time for his Master’s – will hopefully lead to fewer illnesses and swifter recoveries.
*I’m not a doctor. Don’t take things because I am. Always consult a medical professional before taking any OTC medicines or vitamins.
**I’m not a doctor. Don’t do things because I am. Always consult a medical professional before changing your diet or exercise regimen.
Bad things come in threes. They just do. Maybe it’s just me, maybe because three and nine are my lucky numbers and bad things coming in nine’s would just be too much effort for the Universe.
As bad as my bad things are, as much as I hate that they set me back in financial or fitness goals, or affect my happiness in the moment, I can reflect and say I’m in a good place with evidence of my ability to bounce back. I am thankful for a work environment that supports me when I need a sick day or to make a few calls because of an accident. I am blessed and inexplicably happy to have a boyfriend who takes care of me when I’m sick, listens when I ramble like a crazy person, and reassures me when I think I’m failing.
I will continue to improve. Bad things will continue to happen – probably in threes.
I will be okay. (And so will you.)
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