I lose everything. I put my keys down, it’s as if they are immediately sucked into a black hole. Same with pens, pencils, hairbrushes… just basically everything.
And now somehow I’ve managed to misplace a bottle of my medication. I didn’t realize it Monday or yesterday. It was only this morning that I realized I hadn’t taken my meds in a couple of days– because I woke up feeling as though I’m dying. Like, seriously. Dizziness, headache, gross nausea; it’s bad and wrong and I don’t like it, not one bit.
Rob and I have searched this house from top to bottom (including actually moving things and looking inside drawers! shocking!) and my meds are nowhere to be found. Luckily, when I phoned my doctor’s office they told me she would write me a new prescription and I can pick it up in the morning.
Until then I will by lying perfectly still on the sofa, not making a sound.
Pants pocket? Bottom of purse? Bathroom medicine cabinet? Under the bed?
Feel better.
I help my mother find stuff at least once a week, if not more. I know their house better than I know my own.