A Series of Unfortunate (and Fortunate) Events (Apologies to Lemony Snicket)

Tuesday was a day full of UPs and DOWNs. But the DOWNS were a lot more serious and upsetting. 

Art and I were out shopping hoping but unsuccessful to find something to send our grandsons at Ross and then at Lowes to pick up some wires. Our next stop was to be the Navy Exchange and Commissary.

On the way there, the manager at Mom's day care called to say she'd fallen and torn the skin on her arm and banged her knee. She sent me photos of her bandaged arm and abrasion on her knee and told me we didn't need to come and take mom home immediately.

That was a relief. Apparently mom had tripped on her cane during their exercise walk in the building. Sigh...

We continued on to the Navy Exchange and happily found Hawaiian t-shirts for the grandsons. 😄 Then when we were at the check-out I happened to look out toward the exit and saw a large cellphone. It was rather surprising that someone could drop something that large and not notice. I picked it up and showed it to the cashier who said it was probably from her previous customer. We turned it in to the attendant.

Art however, who is a lot more observant than me said he did see (from a distance) an elderly couple who'd been there before us. He just knew the woman had silvery white hair and was Caucasian. 

As we left the Navy Exchange and got on the escalator to go down to the commissary, Art saw the silver haired woman. We went up to them and Art told them what happened. The fellow checked his belt pocket and was in shock that the cellphone wasn't there. He was totally disoriented. Art explained where he needed to go to retrieve it. His wife stopped, turned with a huge smile and gratefully thanked us for finding them and letting them know. It really made our day. Or so we thought... 

But there was more to come.

Art was checking his email and discovered he'd gotten two emails saying purchases had been made on his Amazon account that he hadn't made. When I checked his Amazon account on my iPad, it did NOT show those purchases. And then the Amazon website made me change his password to access his account. 

And then... what the heck, my iPad went crazy saying over and over with a rolling icon that it had to reboot the Amazon app. 

And then... Art checked his credit card that was attached to his Amazon account and discovered purchases recorded and pending! Yikes! He called the credit card company immediately and they said it was caught just in time. They could see that there was one purchase made prior that was obviously "phishing" followed by another order. The credit card company terminated that card and is issuing him another one. 

And then (yup... another And then) when I checked MY Amazon account it stated in order to open it they would send a code to my email. I put the code in BUT it said it would send another pass code to my phone also. But what they listed was NOT my phone number. Arrghh! So now my Amazon account is inaccessible. 

Anyway, I'm thinking I'll open another account with a different email someday. Someday. 

I'm too freaked out right now.

I then went to my Walmart account and removed the credit cards I had stored there. I'm now trying to remember where else I might have credit card information stored because I'm going to remove those also. Aggravation! My daughter told us she does not keep credit card information on any website. Sigh... more things to worry about.

My brother picked mom up at the daycare and brought her home to our house a few hours later.

I removed the band aid and discovered that they'd just covered the wound. I hope it wasn't too late. I washed it with a saline solution, unfurled the skin and used wound closures to seal the wound.

And that was Tuesday. 

On Wednesday, my doctor wrote to say he didn't like all my repeated blood counts and wants to send me to a nephrologist. 

As the famous actress, Bette Davis once said, ""Old age ain't no place for sissies"