Woke up this morning and my stomach felt like a blown-up balloon. I didn't exactly feel nauseous, but nothing I ingested would stay down. It all kind of acid-refluxed without the acid, back up into my throat like it had never gone down in the first place. I'm sure that sounds quite lovely. It wasn't really unpleasant, just weird as hell, like some wires got crossed and a valve stopped working. It interfered enough that I couldn't get my act together to go to work in time.
Frank needed to borrow the car (actually, Mom's SUV, which I'm still driving for now) to go to a doctor's appointment. He has had severe general fatigue and malaise lately, and didn't feel like he was OK to drive. So I said "fuck it" and called in sick so I could drive him.
He ended up being back in the exam room for almost 2 hours. My cell phone is a piece of crap and couldn't get a decent signal. Trying to read Twitter while I waited was exasperating, to say the least. So I decided to try a little "stealth zazen," a bit of unobtrusive meditation while I sat there in the waiting room. Didn't get in the lotus position and all that - don't really have the body for it right now anyway - but I sat nice and straight, kind of crossed my legs at the ankle and folded my hands in half-assed, better-than-nothing mudras that wouldn't attract attention, pushed my diaphragm down, opened up my chest cavity nice and wide, closed my eyes and... breathed. Tried just to be that swinging door.
I'm not good enough at this yet to really pull it off in such a place, full of distractions. But I did get into a kind of trance of hyper-awareness where all the little blips of information flying around me were relaxing and fascinating, as if I'd walked into a butterfly sanctuary. The opportunities for me to be my accustomed judgmental self were plenty, but the desire to take them was gone. I was happy just to watch it all. A bit of that and I started catnapping off and on. And that was OK, too. Everything was just... OK. Even how it was taking Frank forever. He could use a good looking-over!
And he got one. His blood pressure, thickness and sugar were all too low. The doctor tweaked his meds and may take him off a few if he continues not to need them. Well, after that, it was time for me to get some caffeine in me. Frank had gotten a Starbucks gift card from our bank and he passed it on to me. I bought a Trenta iced coffee and a bottled water, and pounded them like a rented piece of ass. Ahhhh. All better. *giggle*
Then Frank had to sort something out with the bank, which was right around the corner. I did too - I was getting a service charge I shouldn't have. I assumed that when M&I Bank became BMO Harris, they had forgotten to grandfather in my free checking, because that's what happened when First Indiana became M&I. I knew a phone call would take care of everything, but I never got around to it. (It wasn't quite that simple, but it was that easily fixed.) So, I did it in person, and Frank slipped into the conversation that I was also looking at refinancing the house and taking out a car loan. I'd normally be pissed that he was pushing me to do stuff I didn't like to do because I'm so socially awkward, but I rolled with it today, and by the time I left, I had contact info for the refinancing, I'd applied for a pre-approved car loan, and it had all been shockingly painless. I did NOT feel like the biggest loser in the world because I had less experience at, you know, adult stuff
than some. That is not like me. Really
not like me. So not like me, it's like WAT. WAT.
They also had some very cute Hubert
plushes set out around a display about teaching kids how to save. I asked the teller if they were for sale and she said I could have one. Frank saw mine and he wanted one too, so the bank guy we were talking to got him one (his is the one on the left with the derp face, hehehe):
I also grabbed a pamphlet with Hubert on it I didn't have before:
So, despite my efforts (or lack of them), it ended up being a fairly productive day.