I’d better start scouting trails and footpaths around here. I’m going to need more options soon.
As I calm my breathing in preparation for my autogenic exercise (more on that later), I have to admit that I had some angst to work off, and that probably had something to do with the pace I kept up.
Last night, I realized I’d lost my ATM card. I have one bank, one card, and one checkbook. … Er… had…
The card was gone.
Welcome to My Brain on CRPS!
|To be completely apt, these should be thoroughly scrambled.|
I went to the landlady’s bank to see if we could do a wire transfer.
Turns out they’re closed on Wednesday.
I called a different branch and asked if they could.
No, not without an account of my own.
I asked if I could open an account with a wire transfer.
After 20 minutes on hold, it turned out that I could only open an account with cash or a check.
Rather than repeating myself, I said, “You realize that does me no good.”
I called my bank (a local savings bank) in Massachusetts. They were pleased to tell me that someone had called in my missing card and it had been cancelled promptly. 2 weeks to get another one.
They couldn’t do a wire transfer because they’re rather old-school, and I hadn’t gone into a branch and filed the appropriate form in person.
But — and this is why I stay with them — they didn’t end the conversation there.
After exploring several possibilities, which turned up as dead ends, I thought of Cougar, one of my angels (a word with specific meaning.) He bears a passing resemblance to a slimmer and semi-shaven Jerry Garcia..
|A recent photo by yours truly.|
But, more importantly, he takes my mail. Why?
In case you hadn’t noticed, I move around a lot. (I’m looking for a place that has an affordable cost of living, good soil, first-rate medical care, and no extra pollution or radiation, and one day I’ll find it.) I’m here in California for awhile for medical care, BUT, no matter where the rest of me goes, my mailing address remains the same.
The benefits are tremendous:
- Not only is my steel-sieve brain spared the affliction of changing my address every time I move,
- Not only are my ridiculous paws spared the trouble of wrestling with envelopes and handling papercuts (a task which cougar claws are apparently well-adapted for),
- But my memory and cognition issues get a real break from having to deal with pieces of effing paper. I have developed a mental block around dealing with pieces of effing paper, so I get them into softcopy as soon as possible.
Or, rather, most of the time, Cougar does… Because he doesn’t just take in my mail, he scans it in and sends me softcopy of anything I ask him to open. This means I have COMPLETE RECORDS of everything I need to keep track of.
He’s the Magnificent Mail Mage, and I’m grateful. Take that, Pain-Brain!
He’s my current Cash Carrier, now. The management staff at my lovely little bank have agreed to work with him as my designated agent, and will provide him with the cash I request — which he will then send to me via Western Union, so I can take care of business here. And with it, I’ll pay rent, open a bank account locally, and try not to let this happen ever, ever again.
Meanwhile, it’s time to get my heart rate down from the clouds and that strangely full feeling out of my tissues. Easier said…
While the excitement is over for the moment, I have a vivid memory of the stress-tracking line on the biofeedback machine, and how bloody hard and bloody long it takes to get the level to drop after it goes up over something as small as one giggle.
This was no giggle. In fact, it was several hours of no giggle. None. A totally giggle-free period.
I found it stressful.
The walk helped. And I hope — when I find some good forest trails to explore — to spot some wildlife.
Meanwhile, I’m off the hook for laundry and shopping. It all has to wait until tomorrow. Bonus!
Everyone should have a little cougarosity in their lives…