The Importance of Being Idle

Bad Day At Black Rock

Today's not been a good day.
Started with a phone call from my credit card company accusing me of running away and hiding from them, and demanding a payment or I'd be referred to a debt collection agency. Admittedly I haven't thought a great deal about them for the past six months, what with everything else that's been going on, but prior to that I'd done everything humanly possible to inform them of my change of address and had never once missed a payment, and they just didn't seem to ever process it! Apparently the branch failed to action it last time I informed them (second time of asking, after they'd frozen all my accounts 'cos they'd screwed it up first time!), and resultantly I haven't had a credit card bill in months, and to be honest they were the last thing on my mind. Anyway, I explained all this to the person I was on the phone with, and to be honest they were very nice and understanding about it. Apparently they'd got my mobile number from some sort of detection agency, but they still had the wrong bloody address! This is the bit that's really bizarre though, when I said I'd changed my details in my local branch, the woman on the other end of the phone said "hang on a sec, let me check that" and had the correct address in about half a second! Why they couldn't have got this shit right months ago is beyond me, but it wasn't a fun way to start the day, and left me a little shaken.
Then I had a letter from the hospital.
Not a bad letter, not a good letter, just a letter informing me that three weeks today I'd be seeing my consultant for the results of my MRI scan. That's it. Just the envelope itself freaked me out though before I'd even opened it, my mind rushing ahead to all the things that could possibly be in it (although I don't imagine for a second that the NHS sends out letters that say "Yeah dude, brain tumour, bad luck."). On top of that I'd dreamt I had a brain tumour last night (yeah, fun dream actually, although even in the middle of it I questioned the wisdom of tempting fate with such a speculation), so I was ripe with worry. And all it tells me is when I get to see my consultant again. But it shook me, and I've not really got my head back in the right space since. I'll settle down though, I guess.
I watched Rocky III (it's where I am in the series) as a sort of reminder of life, and an inspiration, and it was pretty succesful. I love the Rocky movies, even though I'm sure they really aren't very good (with the possible exception of the first one, which is), and I couldn't even begin to tell you why I like them, what it is about them that kinda makes you think you can do anything after you've watched them.
Bloody hell that was a long sentence. I'm fairly certain it doesn't make much sense either. Ah well.
So yeah, there we go. Pretty unpleasant, freaky sort of day. Brrrrrrrrr. Hopefully things will settle down tonight/tomorrow.

posted by BadMonkey @ 3:43 PM