Back Story...
A few weeks ago I slipped on the ice walking into work. Yes, I live in an area where winter never seems to go away! I hurt my left arm, my back on my left side and my left pinky. The arm and back felt better in a couple days, but my pinky would hurt on and off. I would forget about it and then it would hurt. I would be fine then OUCH!!!!
Fast forward a few weeks, about 5 or 6 and my 12 year old son and I were having fun. He is very ticklish and adorable when I tickle him. VERY ticklish! So of course occasionally I take advantage of it and we were having fun. Then he jammed my left pinky and OMG!!!! PAIN!!! Then a POP!!! A noise that was loud and accompanied the pain. The pain didn't go away and I called my doctor. We made an appointment for me to get my finger X-rayed. He had me tape my pinky and ring finger together. Urgent care wouldn't help.
So I went to the doctor's and he told me I had a hairline fracture that was about 5 weeks old. Bonus I also had a sprain. So into a splint I went and my finger is in semi-constant pain. Not enough to warrant pain killers just enough to be slightly annoying.
Second Back Story...
I never take cash out of the bank. Well, hardly ever. Even if I do it is almost always $20.00 or less.
Today...
Except for today. Today I had some bills to pay that were just easier with cash. I needed gas, I needed food. I needed some art supplies for my wish jars. I am selling them to help make ends meet when I am out of work for the summer. So when I was at the bank I took out more cash than I usually do. I put it in my (Small, shuttle craft purse, that I keep in my huge purse so I don't have to always lug it around,) purse instead of my pants pocket. (Probably because I usually don't have pockets in my pants because clothes designers think that women don't need pockets so we carry huge purses.) I bought a couple things in the store and happily walked into the parking lot to get back to my kids and get my errands done. I never even heard anyone coming up behind me. I had my purse in one hand and my phone in the other. They went for the weakest point, my injured pinky in a black splint, I saw stars! I felt my purse being pulled out of my hand and it was gone before I could turn around.
I turned around and saw a person running away holding my shuttle craft. My first thought was at least it wasn't my favorite one, I had left that at my exes house the night before. Then as I watched the person (I have no idea if it was a man or woman) running away wearing a hoodie, jeans and sneakers it occurred to me that I had cash in my purse, a lot of cash! My ID was in it (luckily it was my exes address so...) and my bank card. I didn't chase them. I wouldn't catch them.
I think I sat down and cried. I was on the ground when I finally called 911. Eventually the police showed up. I didn't have much of a description, they didn't give me much hope. I got in my car after they left and just sat there. Then I realized I needed to get back to the kids. They had the day off of school and had been alone too long. I didn't want a second disaster on my hands.
So here I am my first real brush with crime. My apartment was broken into every other Wednesday between 7 PM and 9 PM (the police were no help then either, they didn't see the pattern after three break-ins) but the only item of mine that was stolen was my Kool-Aid. My room mate was not as lucky. Of course I never encountered the ones who felt the need to steal my precious Kool-Aid. This was different. This time I was injured and it was personal.
My ex gave me money that he owed me and bought me chicken wings when he came home from work. I didn't know how to react. I'm not used to him being nice to me. For the next three weeks I don't have to see him as much. He is on first shift instead of second. Sadly this means I won't be with my kids as much. I'll have to plan some fun for us. What a day!!!
A few weeks ago I slipped on the ice walking into work. Yes, I live in an area where winter never seems to go away! I hurt my left arm, my back on my left side and my left pinky. The arm and back felt better in a couple days, but my pinky would hurt on and off. I would forget about it and then it would hurt. I would be fine then OUCH!!!!
Fast forward a few weeks, about 5 or 6 and my 12 year old son and I were having fun. He is very ticklish and adorable when I tickle him. VERY ticklish! So of course occasionally I take advantage of it and we were having fun. Then he jammed my left pinky and OMG!!!! PAIN!!! Then a POP!!! A noise that was loud and accompanied the pain. The pain didn't go away and I called my doctor. We made an appointment for me to get my finger X-rayed. He had me tape my pinky and ring finger together. Urgent care wouldn't help.
So I went to the doctor's and he told me I had a hairline fracture that was about 5 weeks old. Bonus I also had a sprain. So into a splint I went and my finger is in semi-constant pain. Not enough to warrant pain killers just enough to be slightly annoying.
Second Back Story...
I never take cash out of the bank. Well, hardly ever. Even if I do it is almost always $20.00 or less.
Today...
Except for today. Today I had some bills to pay that were just easier with cash. I needed gas, I needed food. I needed some art supplies for my wish jars. I am selling them to help make ends meet when I am out of work for the summer. So when I was at the bank I took out more cash than I usually do. I put it in my (Small, shuttle craft purse, that I keep in my huge purse so I don't have to always lug it around,) purse instead of my pants pocket. (Probably because I usually don't have pockets in my pants because clothes designers think that women don't need pockets so we carry huge purses.) I bought a couple things in the store and happily walked into the parking lot to get back to my kids and get my errands done. I never even heard anyone coming up behind me. I had my purse in one hand and my phone in the other. They went for the weakest point, my injured pinky in a black splint, I saw stars! I felt my purse being pulled out of my hand and it was gone before I could turn around.
I think I sat down and cried. I was on the ground when I finally called 911. Eventually the police showed up. I didn't have much of a description, they didn't give me much hope. I got in my car after they left and just sat there. Then I realized I needed to get back to the kids. They had the day off of school and had been alone too long. I didn't want a second disaster on my hands.
So here I am my first real brush with crime. My apartment was broken into every other Wednesday between 7 PM and 9 PM (the police were no help then either, they didn't see the pattern after three break-ins) but the only item of mine that was stolen was my Kool-Aid. My room mate was not as lucky. Of course I never encountered the ones who felt the need to steal my precious Kool-Aid. This was different. This time I was injured and it was personal.
My ex gave me money that he owed me and bought me chicken wings when he came home from work. I didn't know how to react. I'm not used to him being nice to me. For the next three weeks I don't have to see him as much. He is on first shift instead of second. Sadly this means I won't be with my kids as much. I'll have to plan some fun for us. What a day!!!
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