What a week it has been! Aside from the wonderful news of having an agent interested in my work (I’m gradually getting more comfortable with that), I had an informative meeting with my women’s group Monday at lunch, and a productive meeting with the food bank’s board of directors that evening. My Tuesday night Sanctified Scribes group is off to a great start (although my first experience at teaching has proven . . . interesting. At least no one’s shooting spitwads at me!) My Thursday shift at the food bank went great and was followed with lunch out with a friend. You really can’t beat that!
Of course, there’s at least one downer in every week–something you wish you could eliminate from your List of Happenings. This week, there were two. The first is Twitter. Someone managed to hack into my account–or just compromise it, although I really don’t know the difference–and advertise another group using my name and avatar. This group, where you can get “hundreds of new followers,” has one of those websites that won’t let you close it out. When you try to leave, it has a message similar to: “Click OK to return to the page, or Cancel to return to the page.” The only way I could get out was to restart my computer, which I did–followed immediately by deleting my browsing history and any cookies that may have been stored. I hope that was good enough to prevent any further oddities.
Anyway, Twitter wasn’t the only site affected. My TweetLater has a password entered into it that’s considerably longer than mine. It’s weird. I can get into TweetLater with my password, but I can’t change my password. It keeps going back to that long row of polka dots. I think I managed to get that straightened out, but who knows.
TweetDeck is also ruined. It lets me in under my old password, then tells me I’m not authorized to use my account. This morning, my other blog, AuthorCulture, didn’t recognize my password and wouldn’t let me in to make corrections to today’s post.
How did that happen? Please explain this to me. I’m so confused!
For downer number two: I had my quarterly visit with my doctor yesterday. First, I had to admit I’d forgotten to get a blood test, which, of course, simply wouldn’t do. I was ordered to visit the vampire immediately after our appointment.
Needles! Shudder!!! Although, with a quarterly IV treatment, you’d think I would be used to them by now.
Well, I’m not.
He asked me how I’m doing, and I answered honestly. The result is he’s sending me in for “X-rays.” That’s the polite term. What it means is that I get to drink that barium soda they’re so proud of and lay on a metal table for a few hours while they poke at me and take pictures.
Before anyone goes into a panic, please know I’m fine. I’ve been handling my problems with OTC meds, and while they’re an annoyance, they’re not painful, and are certainly not gonna kill me. The barium, however . . . Ew.
What a weird and wonderful week it has been. Life is a kick, isn’t it?!