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Today was absolutely awful, by far one of the worst days of my life. While I was at lunch on Devon St. with the Bekhechis, someone broke into my car stealing my iPod, my laptop, two external hard drives, a jump drive, my glasses, the book I'm borrowing from Margaret, my day planner, my address book, pictures of my great-grandparents from the 1960s, etc. and so forth. What is so frustrating and vexing is that I backed up all my files on these external harddrives, so had I taken them out of my computer bag, I might not have lost years of genealogical research, the work I'd done on my conlang, hundreds of pictures, all of my music, etc. etc. I was in tears today sitting in the 100 degree weather waiting for the cops to come. The Chicago PD is awful and apparently very bureaucratic. Noone even came for an hour and a half. On top of all this, my dad, despite being helpful in practicality, was a jerk about it. Thankfully the thieves didn't steal my cash which is in the bag I have my passport and visa application materials in. Thank God for that. I'm still very nearly literally in shock. My meds were in there as well, so if they actually do work, the fact that I've not had them lately won't have more until I go to Peoria means than I'm fighting the anxiety on my own. That and I'll probably break out without my face meds. I feel so empty, raw, and powerless. On the same token though, I've been having boughts of solace, realism about moving on, and thankfulness that nothing worse transpired.
What's extremely bizarre, and I have no way now of convincing anyone, but I had this odd feeling of dread this morning about going to meet the Bekhechis. I was evening thinking that I should call someone and mention it for the record, but I didn't. It was the sort of feeling you have when you watch a movie you vaguely remember from a previous viewing and you know something awful's going to happen, but not what.
In any event, some of my genealogy work has been saved because I e-mailed myself a copy of the family tree file. Emily also downloaded a bunch of my music yesterday and she said she'll burn discs for me.
My mom and her friends have been great. Maureen called me and Anne even sent her son Luke to stay with me until the cop got there. I just felt so raw and awful after everything happen. Mostly about all of the photos and genealogy and such that are now gone forever because some thug, either for drug money or some other reason, decided to break through my driver's side window and steal some of my most valuable (instrinsically and otherwise) possessions. In stealing these things they stole hours and hours of hard work and research, interviews with aged relatives, memories from my travels, music I've collected for years, and so much more. But you've got to move on I guess, right?
Additionally, I found out from Danielle that she has to go in for an MRI because the CAT scan turned something fishy up. I felt like my problems were stupid in comparison to that and have kept her in my prayers. As if all this wasn't even, apparently my step-father, already suffering from Parkinson's, may now have prostate cancer. Happy August everyone.
What's extremely bizarre, and I have no way now of convincing anyone, but I had this odd feeling of dread this morning about going to meet the Bekhechis. I was evening thinking that I should call someone and mention it for the record, but I didn't. It was the sort of feeling you have when you watch a movie you vaguely remember from a previous viewing and you know something awful's going to happen, but not what.
In any event, some of my genealogy work has been saved because I e-mailed myself a copy of the family tree file. Emily also downloaded a bunch of my music yesterday and she said she'll burn discs for me.
My mom and her friends have been great. Maureen called me and Anne even sent her son Luke to stay with me until the cop got there. I just felt so raw and awful after everything happen. Mostly about all of the photos and genealogy and such that are now gone forever because some thug, either for drug money or some other reason, decided to break through my driver's side window and steal some of my most valuable (instrinsically and otherwise) possessions. In stealing these things they stole hours and hours of hard work and research, interviews with aged relatives, memories from my travels, music I've collected for years, and so much more. But you've got to move on I guess, right?
Additionally, I found out from Danielle that she has to go in for an MRI because the CAT scan turned something fishy up. I felt like my problems were stupid in comparison to that and have kept her in my prayers. As if all this wasn't even, apparently my step-father, already suffering from Parkinson's, may now have prostate cancer. Happy August everyone.