Where do I begin?
Well, in February (Valentines Day to be be precise) someone hacked my bank account. I had to spend hours on the phone and at the bank just to get it sorted out. I ended up having my card changed three times because they gave me the wrong one back, and then had to get a brand new account. I had to switch over every single thing that came out of my account in a short period of time. It was stressful and I hated not having access to my money.
About a week later someone came into the pharmacy and threatened me with a lit blow torch. The anxiety that produced is still causing me some issues. I now think every single male who comes into the store is going to threaten me. It's not logical and I'm aware that not everyone is a scumbag, but I'll be dealing with that fear for a while. That's okay; I'm working on it.
And then March 14th, a glass and metal display door had come off its hinges. I was holding the door while a coworker went to get a screwdriver. No big deal. There was a shady dude staring at the other electronics in the area and I was tyring to watch him while I waited. That turned out to be the wrong thing. The door slipped from my grasp and the metal corner inserted itself into my arm. At first I thought it was just an indent from the force that it slipped, but the shady guy I was watching saw it and said " Yeah, that's a hole." Then it started to bleed. A lot. I ended up having to leave and go get stitches. I also had to file several reports with my work and WSIB. My hospital experience was pretty boring. I wasn't allowed to bring anyone in with me so Chris dropped me off and picked me up several hours later when I texted him. I also couldn't take anything for the pain because I can't have NSAIDs. They also gave me a tetanus shot because I wasn't up to date. That was actually worse than the stitches. The stitches come out on Wednesday. My arm still hurts from the shot, and the laceration is now itchy. So that's a good sign I guess. It was a hole, guys. Like when Chris was doing a cleanup of the injury (becasuse the bandages that were on had been pretty gross and I wanted to go home and change first) he said it was like a mouth and that I definitely needed stitches. Get with people who know first aid, folks. It is super helpful. Luckily, a nurse friend is coming over to my house on Wednesday to remove the stitches so that I don't have to wait. It's still bruised around the laceration. Such lovely shades of yellow and purple, folks. LOL
So yeah, I hate 2022.