There’s a lot going on this week.
On Sunday Adam’s bank card didn’t work at Tim Horton’s for breakfast, so he called the bank. They confirmed that his card had been compromised. When they went over recent transactions and found a $400.00 withdrawal from a bank machine in Quebec, we were not impressed. We were less impressed to learn that, while the bank will refund us the money, it would not be immediate and there would be paperwork, and it would likely take a few weeks. Naturally, this is around rent cheque time, and our rent hadn’t yet been removed from our account – and we were now short.
Fortunately for us I had a cheque for some photography work I had done that I hadn’t yet put into my photography account. I deposited that to cover rent, and promptly started wondering how I was going to pay for Adam’s birthday present next week. Still haven’t figured that one out.
For the moment, we are in limbo with the bank account stuff. Adam’s card doesn’t work, so he needs a new one, which means going in to a branch to pick one up. This was his plan for this morning before work.
He woke up this morning feeling kind of crappy, but then he’s been feeling on and off crappy since Lyra’s birthday or so in early July, so I guess he didn’t think much of it beyond “I feel crappy.” He hopped on a bus to head down to the bank and had to get off two stops later due to extreme nausea. He walked over to our doctor’s office and got in to see her pretty much immediately.
The Doctor expressed some concerns about him having lost weight, and decided that it’s probably been the same thing wrong with him for the past month. She ordered a barrage of blood tests and the like, and sent him off to the lab with instructions to avoid Lyra and stay home from work until they know what he’s got, in case it’s something bad and contagious (Norwalk?) or something along those lines.
Off he went to the lab, which is just upstairs from the doctor’s office. They took a few vials of blood, and then he passed out on the floor. He tells me that he lay there for about fifteen minutes until he felt up to walking home. Our apartment building and the lab have one small building separating them… he was in pretty rough shape.
Since then, he’s been hanging out at home, mostly sleeping and feeling terrible. I left work a bit early to pick up Lyra and bring her home – normally he picks her up after work. She’s doing okay – she doesn’t seem to have whatever it is that he has, right now. Still, we’re playing it safe and he’s not spending much time with her, which really sucks for both of them.
Adam has an unknown illness that might be serious, is hopefully treatable, and may be contagious, but we can’t do a thing until we know what it was. And some asshats stole our bank card information and then stole cash from out of our account the day after was due to come out. We’re just lucky it hadn’t yet, or it would have bounced. Or maybe it did and we just don’t know it yet. I have no idea how it works with this bank, I haven’t bounced a cheque in years.
My stress levels are slightly elevated. Also, I need to eat my dinner before I develop a blood sugar imbalance.