Wednesday, I brought Terry home after our hospital ordeal. He was very tired and weak and pale. He asked me to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy before it closed that evening. I grabbed the script, ran up to the pharmacy, walked in, looked at the script, and realized it was for lab work. I went home, ran inside with the car running to grab the script, couldnt locate it. Went outside, turned off the car, realizing it might be a while before we figured it out. Terry realized that he did NOT have additional medication to pick u p and had gotten the message confused at the hospital, after we read all the discharge info and went through the paperwork. I breathed a sigh of relief, because I was feeling rather worn out myself.
Fast forward to Thursday morning. AJ and I were about to go pick up his immunization waiver and go to Chik Fil A to grab lunch. I could not locate my purse. Now, we all know Im rather scatter brained and set things down and find them in odd places later. If I get Alzheimer’s when I am older, we will probably have trouble identifying it initially because I do odd stuff now. The house and van are in pretty good condition because I spent all last week cleaning, anticipating our vacation in NC. I thought I’d left it in the van, but knowing me, I assumed I’d misplaced it. We searched the whole house, top to bottom, and searched the van.
We concluded that I left the van unlocked Wednesday night and my purse between the two front seats. My cell phone was in my purse and went straight to voicemail when I called it. We have some troubled teenagers in our neighborhood and the police officer told us that he was certain it was them. But good luck proving it.
What sucked the most? Terry’s wallet was in my purse, because I was trying to keep it “safe” while he was in the hospital. I didn’t leave it home because I was afraid it would be lost or stolen! So both of our driver’s licenses, all of our credit cards and check cards, my social security card (I don’t want to hear it, thanks), my picture of me smiling at the camera while AJ glares from his school, my 16 -hour -doesn’t- come- off- no- matter- who- you- kiss- or- what- you- eat lipstick, $30 cash, and my purse and fancy red wallet with a pink S my sister gave me are all missing. Oh yeah, and my LG Chocolate phone.
So poor Terry, just home from the hospital, had all this extra stress upon him. We cancelled all of our cards, suspended my phone, put a fraud alert on my social, put stop payments on the missing check book, got Terry a new driver’s license (because HE keeps his Social Security Card secure someplace OTHER than his wallet), went to the bank and ordered new check cards. . . .
So if you’re trying to call me, call the house #.
Lesson Learned: Lock your car.
