With the UNIVERSE?
Charlie (the beagle I found, which I haven't told you about yet) ran away on Friday. He had been locked up all day at home because I had to do a shoot in the Bay and the shoot ran over by about 3 hours because the clients had a long list of locations they wanted to visit. I got home and had to run straight to a client consultation, so I brought him since he was so upset about being separated from me all day. (He has SEVERE separation anxiety because he was a dumped dog- I found him running in traffic, literally- and he panic barks and cries and runs franicly looking for me if I step out even on the porch for 10 seconds.) He was still really upset about being apart from me all those hours and when I tried to get out of the car, he ran out and took off running down the street- and straight into traffic. Apparently I just threw all my bags down right there when I started chasing him- 5 blocks, at night in a bad neighborhood, and crying because I though e was going to get hit by a car. He wouldn't come back to me when I called. He finally stopped to sniff something in a bush and I ran past him and he saw me pass him so he ran up to me, like, where are you going? I carried him back to my car, crying, holding him, no leash, in the dark to find a police officer (If I hadn't been crying already I would have started crying again there) standing by my car guarding my stuff. Some lady had seen it all happen and asked the cop to watch my stuff, which he did. My purse was just thrown all over the parking space next to mine and my portfolio was laying on the ground. I was so upset about the dog I hadn't even realized I had done that, but even when I saw it all on the ground I had the thought while I was holding him that even if it had all been stolen while I was gone the dog was more valuable and more precious to me than my "stuff." I thanks the cop but I didn't want him anywhere near me. After Matt I am afraid of them. They don't make me feel safe. They scare me. They make me feel violated and uneasy. I feel like I don't know what to expect from them. That they aren't trustworthy. And with Matt as an example... how could I think otherwise at this point? This happened after therapy this week but I'll bet the therapist will likely comment on how great itis I didn't have a panic attack when I saw him. It's the closest I have been to a police officer since I found out the truth about Matt- 5 months. But I was so upset and distracted by the dog that likely protected me from a reaction to the uniform. I then had to pull it together and do a bridal consultation while the puppy howled in the car. It was awful. I was also 30 minutes late to the meeting because of all that.
Saturday we were up at 6am and down to the SPCA to get Charlie neutered. He howled and howled when they took him away from me. :( But he is home now. Tired, sore, he got a baby tooth pulled (he had three canines- 2 grown up and a baby that never fell out) so he was extra sore, and he can't stop licking his owies so he has to wear an e-collar (so he has a cone head). He was up every 2 hours last night. Poor baby.
We went to schedule the appointment in person on Wednesday and when we went in, I left my cell phone on the seat in the car and I guess Charlie kicked it into his water cup in my car while he was getting out... which I didn't notice until we walked out after waiting in line for 2 hours. My phone was definietly dead. I went to file the claim online with the insurance I bought in December (after my Mom threw my last phone away with the Thanksgiving turkey...) and it said there was no record of my insurance! So I had to go down to the store to straighten it out. It was a nightmare. But the store had the insurance record and I filed the claim on their phone (how do they expect you to call in a claim when your phone is broken, btw?) and my phone should be here next week, allegedly.
I logged into my online account with Chase Bank and discovered the savings account I have had since 1983- when my bank was Great Western- had been closed without my permission or knowledge. I contacted Chase and they said that since I hadn't had any money in the account for 60 days they closed it. WHAT? Just because there wasn't money in it didn't mean I didn't want it! And how about a warning? I would have kept a $1 in there to keep the account! They are also eliminating their free checking that I had had with WaMu- for the last 13 years. I am going in tomorrow or Tuesday to break up with them. I went to Schools Credit Union Wednesday or Thursday last week and opened an account with them. The whole thing really upset me. I have had that account for literally, 28 years. I don't want to close it, but Chase is horrible. What horrible customer service. I'm so upset. Schools is going to give me 7% interest on my first $500 in my savings account if I can figure out how to use their bill pay thing, so, I guess that's worth it. But I'm still not happy about the change. Emily does not like change.
I lost my health insurance (Kaiser) on January 1st as my discounted program came to a close. (You can only be on it 4 years.) I had applied for new coverage through Kaiser and had been waiting for the results, which I got today. Declined. I have no coverage. No health insurance. No way to get my anxiety or anti-depressant medications once I run out, anywhere to go if I have a problem... My anxiety is through the roof knowing I'm not covered. Now, I have not had been covered before, but I haven't had anxiety before, so my level of caring about it is much higher- meaning, I'm freaking out, rather than saying, "Oh, well, I'll figure it out." Which is what my ordinary reaction would have been.
I did post on Facebook and a girlfriend enlightened me to the fact I could apply somewhere else, like Blue Shield where she had successfully applied on her own a few years ago, and so I am looking into that. And trying to breathe.
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