Sep. 30th, 2010

sarasvati: Greyscale image of the Digimon Kaiser. (kaiser-mode)
Yesterday, I got a phone call that consisted of nothing but a recorded message saying that I should call so-and-so at such-and-such number. No company name, nothing regarding what the call was about. I figured it was a scam and just hung up.

They called back today. I called them back. Turns out it was somebody looking for my mother. A Google search of the number brings up references to a pushy collections agency that was looking for my mother in the past.

Last time, I gave them her number and told my mother they'd be calling. She later told me that she called them back, pretended to be me, and told them that whoops, "I" just remembered that the number I gave them was my mother's old phone number and I didn't remember the new one.

I told my mother that under no circumstance was she to commit fraud in my name again.

I've confronted her numerous times in the past about all her creditors and collectors mysteriously getting my phone number when they try to call her. The calls from her bank were one thing, because we bank with the same company and we have a joint account so she can easily transfer money to me when needed. (Must remember to change that to a single account soon...) So I can almost see how they could have made the logical leap to call me, because my name and number are attached to an account she also has access to. But they called a lot. After being told repeatedly that this was not, and never had been, a number at which she could be reached. It wasn't until I left them a message threatening legal action for harassment that they stopped calling here.

Then companies started calling for her which I had no connection to at all. Like these collection companies. Who shouldn't be calling for her at all if she actually did what she said she did and filed for bankruptcy. She says she doesn't give out my number. I can't believe her.

I can't even give her the benefit of the doubt and assume that these companies are looking in the phone book and calling everyone with the same last name as my mother, because the home phone number is listed under Rei's name and not mine. There's no way they should be getting my number and thinking it's a way to contact her unless she's the one giving it to them.

And lying about it to me. She dodges credit card companies and collectors all the time. I've seen her do it. She took her name off her answering service, screens calls, and sometimes even answers the phone and says they called a wrong number. I wouldn't put it past her at all to give them my number in an effort to hold off having to deal with them for another day.

I don't know why. She knows very well that I won't stand for that.

But this collector has her number now. She can deal with them.

But the real kicker came when I looked through my emails after having sent her that message. She sent me one saying that she noticed I had money in my bank account now, and could I please pay her back some of the money I've borrowed over the past few months.

The money only went in today. It's money I've been waiting about 2 months for, is my tax return, and I need it for rent and groceries because I have no other source of income until I find a job. She is often heard to brag that it takes only one of her paycheques to cover her monthly expenses, and the second paycheuqe is hers to do with as she pleases. (It doesn't please her to pay off her credit card bills, of course.) But she asks me within minutes of the money going through if I can pay her back the $80 she apparently so desperately needs. That $80 I owe is slightly more than I get every 2 weeks from EI, that I have to make stretch for groceries when we need more than that anyway.

It drives me nuts that she can't see that I'm in a lousy financial situation here. All she sees is that I miraculously have money, and that she wants it.

... She just called me, actually, and swore that she hadn't given my number to anyone. She sounded angry that I accused her. When I reiterated my evidence that she had, that there's really no other way for people to get this number to contact her (pointing out that the number's listed under Rei's name, for example), she suddenly sounded more contrite. I said that it was obviously a collector because they didn't leave a company name and so couldn't be dodged as easily, and pointed out that they should be calling for her at all if she'd filed for bankruptcy, and she sounded even more contrite. Especially when I told her that I was sure it was the company who called last time when she pretended to be me to get them off her back.

She said she'd call them and sort it out and even threaten them if they keep calling me. It isn't her who should threaten them. It's me who should threaten her. She admitted to causing fraud in my name before. She's a known debt-dodger, a known liar. Hell, I could have charged my own mother with invasion of privacy when she insisted on opening all of my bills years ago because she "was curious." She has no sense of boundaries and little sense of decency and responsibility, I'm sad to say.

I really hope that she's telling the truth when she says she's not giving my number to anyone. But I really can't see any feasible way that all these companies would get my number and think they can reach her here.

[Edit] - Oho! She called me back to let me know how that call went, and how irate she got with them about how they can't keep calling me, etc. She asked them where they got my number in the first place, and apparently they said that she gave it to them, though she followed that with the stunning rebuttal of, "But there's no reason for me to have given you that number."

Yeah, because saying she has no reason completely means she didn't do it.

What I was particularly interested in was her comment of, "I don't use you as a cover anymore." Anymore?! That sounds an awful lot like an admission to having done it in the past, and unless she's talking about the time she pretended to be me, that means she just admitted to having lied not only to various credit companies but also to me.
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Why, on the day when I said to Rei, "Hey, how about I meet you uptown when you're done work and we can treat ourselves to a little something," do my legs decide they want to feel like they have the stability of jelly?

And I know it's not just because the building is wobbling (it is wobbling, mind, because this place isn't exactly stable and there's a bunch of people and machines tearing down a building about 50 feet away from me, and the vibrations are making even the walls in here shake), because the weakness persists even after I sit down again.

Sigh. I suppose I should just be thankful that my previous walking problem ended. This past summer, I'd find myself frequently stumbling, like my legs didn't want to listen to the messages my brain was trying to send them. I'd trip and fall into things a lot. This got particularly scary when I noticed that I was inceasingly having difficulty swallowing. But that seems to have calmed down somewhat now, thankfully, and I'm chalking it all up to the summer heat. This past summer was one of the nicest and warmest we've seen here in years, and we even had a heat wave towards the end, so likely it was my body not knowing how to deal with the heat and making all my systems go haywire. Pretty thankful for that.

But ugh, not looking forward to the walk if my legs don't decide to shape up and support me properly again. I could bring my cane, which may help, but I don't want to worry Rei if it turns out that it's just fatigue creeping up on me or something, and knowing my luck, I'll get halfway there and my legs will get stronger again and I'll be left carrying the cane and looking like an idiot for doing so. It's been long enough since I used the cane that I'm not as thick-skinned about the looks that people give me for being young and cane-using, and I don't deal well with strangers on the best of days. I think I'd rather deal with walking slowly with jelly legs than with the paranoid thoughts I'd get by walking around with the cane again.

Nice balance. Physical health versus mental. And my problems aren't even major ones! At least not compared to what I see some people have to deal with on a daily basis. I can go for a walk without wearing myself out and needing a week to recover. I can manage to force myself past the front door on all but the worst days. Things aren't as bad as they could be.

On a somewhat related note, my gastro appointment is next week, so hopefully I can start figuring out what the hell's wrong with me where that's concerned. I'm pretty sick of pain waking me up in the middle of the night and having such a touchy stomach that sometimes even drinking a mouthful of water will have me running for the bathroom. I have some ideas about what the problem is, but my problem with that problem is that I don't fit one of the main symptoms: weight loss. Every other damn symptom is one I go through, but I'm still absorbing enough stuff to keep me from losing weight rapidly, so I'm worried that the gastro won't actually take me seriously when I talk to him.

Still, I'll keep my fingers crossed and undergo any tests he wants me to, even if they end up being horrible ones like the ones Rei had to endure. I doubt any diagnosis will surprise me, but just having one at all will make me feel a bit better. I'm the kind of person who doesn't go to a doctor hoping I'll be told that nothing's wrong, because when I go to the doctor at all, it's because weird stuff is happening to me that's disruptive enough to make me get over my discomfort around doctors. I want to be told that my worries aren't unfounded, that there is a problem, and even if it can't be fixed it can be controlled and lessened. I don't go to the doctor because I feel healthy, after all.


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