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Panic attack time...

So I get up this AM, go up to the hospital...he still hasn't eaten and we're still waiting for surgery. Finally at around 10-ish, they come to get him, which still leads to unbelievable amounts of waiting and answering the same questions about a zillion times, but since it includes questions regarding allergies, I guess a zillion is better than not at all.

Surgery is going to take at least two hours with another hour in recovery and like fun am I going to sit around in the Waiting Room of the Damned, so being the wench that I am (spies, feel free to report) I go downtown to get my nails done. That's when I discover the interesting/disturbing fact that I no longer have the plastic thingie that I've been so good about putting my ATM/Fastpass/Gym Card etc in so that I won't lose them AGAIN.

I think to myself, OK, that must be in the pocket of the cardigan I was wearing yesterday, which I know I had and then took off and is on the floor of the closet. I also discovered that the ATM card I lost back in May was actually in my wallet the whole time, in spite of the number of times I'm absolutely sure I looked in said wallet. I know it's the one I "lost" because when I tried to use it for my nails....it was declined.

So I got the nails done for cash and came home in a cab to look for the plastic thingie and I can't find it. It's not in the cardigan. It's not on the floor of the closet. It's not in my leather jacket, my pocketbook or the bag I've been using to schlep books and stuff back and forth to the hospital.

I am now officially freaking out, but I also refuse to believe I lost it again, because I know I had it with me most of yesterday. I refuse to deal with canceling the ATM etc. I do have hubby's so I can get money for a pizza for him to eat when he gets out of surgery and recovery.


My current magical thinking is that when I come back later, I can methodically clean up the clutter that is the apartment and it will appear in some location I don't remember having it.

God this pisses me off. (Along with all the other things I have to be pissed off about.) I've been doing so well at keeping my shit together, and this is totally the WRONG TIME to be losing it. Literally or figuratively.

ETA-(In best Emily Litella voice) NEVER MIND! Just found it...on the same bookcase where I could swear I looked ten times and didn't see it.

One is tempted to delete or change entire post to hide my embarassment, but I'm generally pretty honest with you guys, so here it is anyway.
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