Did it succeed? Yes and no.
Yes, I got to my usual bank, Vancity, and made the usual withdrawal.
You know what withdrawal is, right? It’s how Southerners talk!
The fabulous felicity walker
Everything went quite smoothly. Julian and I even lucked into the parking space closest to the door. Score!
Once inside, I sat in one of their comfy chairs while Julian stood in line for me.
BTW, thanks for all your help, Julian! Love you.
The line moved quite swiftly. I barely had time to relax and enjoy my bank’s exquisite AC before Julian made it to the front of the line and it was show time.
First thing I did was ask the teller for my balance so I would know how much to withdraw from my account.
And that’s when things got surreal because she told me it was over $2700!
I swear I heard a whooshing all around my head and felt the room shift like in a reverse zoom shot for a second. That’s how big of a shock it was.
What should have been in there was somewhere between $1350 and $1400. So my leading theory is that the ministry somehow managed to deposit my payment twice.
So I doubt I will get to keep the money.
But if I do, woohoo, new computer time! Cha ching!
Or maybe a really sweet, cherry, tricked out walker.
There is also the faintest glimmer of a possibility that I somehow managed to go 5 weeks without spending LAST month’s payment.
That would be wild.
I wonder if they would still take it back?
More after the break.
My life is an adventure!
Just a really, really shitty one.
Ordered some 7-11 tonight.
Weirdness : wanted 7-11 hot dogs but they were nowhere to be found on their DoorDash menu. Waddy fug?
This furthers my suspicion that DoorDash has some kind of limit on how big or how many items a menu can have.
And that’s not a problem for most restaurants. They only serve like maybe 30 items.
But now that they have places like drug store and supermarkets enrolled, those places have to make tough decisions about what products justify their “shelf space”.
I guess hot dogs didn’t make the cut. Weird.
The trip to the door and back was fun. I think a big part of me refuses to accept my new mobility limitations, and so even though I know better, I still end up thinking, “Ah, it’s just a trip to the door and back. No big deal.’
Then when reality reasserts itself and the pain begins, that same dumb ol’ part of me is like ,”whoa, what is this strange new feeling? Something has gone terribly wrong!”.
And thus this part of me is traumatized all over again.
Well here is a message to that part of me : “Hey, guess what? Things suck now! Our legs don’t work right and that’s probably permanent! So you’d better get used to it!”.
Sometimes you have to get really tough with yourself.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.