Day 761 - Ice Packs 🧊 & Porch Pirates 📦

Monday, January 30th, 2023

Mom was packing up equipment and supplies while Dad was at the gym. We got a late checkout because it's necessary with a medically complex kid. Mom went downstairs to the front desk to get the ice packs that we had left with them. We didn't have a freezer in our hotel room and James' prevacid needed to be on ice on our 8 hour road trip. They assured us we could use their freezer. Well it turns out they put our ice packs in a mini fridge at valet; these ice packs were luke warm. Mom was pissed because this was a brand new just recently filled prescription of his medication that needed to be kept refrigerated. She let the front desk know that this was a serious issue so that this didn't happen to someone else. Our plan was to get ice somewhere and put into some plastic bags Mom managed to empty from rearranging the medical supplies. The guy at the front desk wanted to help us out and walked Mom and James down the restaurant. He filled up two umbrella bags with ice which was way more than we needed but definitely appreciated. He said he was really upset that this happened. It was good to felt heard and understood. Mom used what ice we could and put them in the plastic baggies to surround the medicine in our insulated bag.

The drive didn't seem that bad with a few stops. When we arrived home we noticed that there was an Amazon box (that we were not expecting) that had been ripped into and another package from UPS was missing. Mom had received an email saying that a UPS package would be delivered so she rerouted it to be left at the rear door. It turns out that driver didn't follow directions and left it at the front door. The porch pirates took it and left the big Amazon box. Unfortunately it was full of financial documents containing a life insurance policy. So now we will have to be on the look out for identity theft too. We've been having a problem with UPS just leaving packages even though they require signature. 

He plays the guitar...

...and sings!

P.S. You can email James your love and support as often as you’d like. Mom and Dad read these email to James as they come in. We all love them! JamesWestonAbramowitz@gmail.com