Anyway, this all started a couple weeks ago when I called to make an appointment with a primary care doc. The nit wit I spoke to said that I had to go through the ER so I did. I spent 24 hours in the ER and pharmacy and then lost my medication. Yesterday morning I got a phone call from UCLA who had been trying to reach me to let me know that they had my bag-O-drugs, including 2 bottles of controlled substances that a decent person found and returned to UCLA.
I was so pleased that someone honest found my stuff that I was in a mood where I was too happy to worry about thieves. So, I got ready and left to go back to UCLA and get my meds. Like a jack-ass, I left my laptop on my bed charging and naturally, when I got back, it had been stolen. I'm 74% I know who it is but I can't do much except be sad and miss my connection to the world. And, of course, to you guys.
I did change beds...the room we're in is like a huge office with cubicles only instead of desks, they have a bed in them. I moved as far away as I could from the "thief" and rearranged all of my stuff so that I could fit it all in the closet and then I put my lock on it, and shoved the empty suitcases under the bed.
Today I came to my daughter's place and I'm watching the baby until his father gets home from work. Then, I'll continue my education in riding the LA Metro Bus System. And I thought calculus was tough!
Obviously, I'll be rare for the foreseeable future but be assured that every chance I get, I'll come to tell you about my latest escapade.