This has been one of those really downhill days. K was up all night with a sore throat, which meant that I was up all night too. I had intended on being to work by 7a, but that didn’t happen because of the long night.
At the beginning of the year I donated money to a friend of my aunt’s that has cancer and needed a bone marrow transplant. At 7:04 this morning a detective called requesting all of the information I have about the woman and the donations. He said he sat down with her and she admitted that she never had cancer and he is in the process of prosecuting her. Just in case something like this happened, I had saved screen shots, emails and Facebook chats of everything that transpired. I sent him all of that plus the transaction records from my bank for the deposits. (He had emailed me yesterday and I looked up the non-emergency number for the police department and verified his employment before returning contact.)
At 7:40a I called my boss to let him know I would be in after K’s 4 year check up. Then I saw something that my mom’s friend posted on FB and I messaged her for a bit. She is the friend whose uncle molested me when I was three. I asked her if I could ask her a personal question about Bakersfield, where we lived at the time, and she said ok. Then I asked if her uncle Stephen ever did anything to her daughter and she said yes. I broke down and started crying at that one word. I had always wondered, but when I found my mom’s friend earlier this year, I was too afraid to ask. I asked her if it was just touching and she said yes (she had caught him in the act with her daughter and she and her daughter talked about it quite a bit). That was a relief, because I was too young to remember exactly what happened and I never knew. I also asked her if she knew who he killed in Florida and she said it was his roommate, an old man. She thinks the roommate saw him doing something and then he killed him in the bathroom. During this conversation I called my mom and she gave me more details about how the whole thing was allowed to happen. She said that when Stephen would take me to the bathroom and we would be gone awhile, she would say something about the time and her friend would say ‘maybe he’s just giving her a popsicle’. Then when we would come back and I’d be crying really hard, he would say it was because he gave me a cookie and I wanted another one but he said no.
At 9:45a we took K to her 4 year check up. The doctor gave us some suggestions for getting her weight down to the 90th percentile from 95th, because her height is 90th percentile and she wants them to match. So we will be switching to 1% milk and cutting back on a few things. She made several comments about how smart K is and was happy about the activities that we have her involved with. She said K’s sore throat is viral, so she can’t continue with her two camps at the rec center this week. K got a few shots, which she was not very happy about, but she did use her words and told us how much she hated them while she cried, instead of just screaming.
I got to work at 11:15a and grabbed something from the cafeteria on the way up to my cube. Then I called the rec center about the camps. One will be switched to a similar camp for next week that costs $22 more, but there were funds on her gift card to cover it. The other one will be refunded to my debit card tomorrow when J takes them the doctor’s notes, because there isn’t a replacement camp for it.
While I was on the phone with the rec center, my boss came over to discuss our attack plan for all of my work that piled up last week when I had my surgery. He’s helped me get caught up quite a bit, which is good, because his computer died this afternoon and now I’m back on my own. Now I’m at the end of a 30 min lunch that went by far too quick and I’m back to plucking away at work until 8p.