Just because I’m presumin’
That I could be kind of human
If I only had a heart
— Jack Haley [The Tinman] / “Wizard of Oz”
I so often joke about the black hole, empty echo of space, where my pulmonary organ should be. Today I proved the utter fallacy that jest. At least the physical manifestation of said organ, though the emotional/psychological variant thereof may still be in question.
I chose today to finally get around to filing my taxes. I have never filed taxes this late before, even when I owed the IRS. No idea why I chose this year to be so lackadaisical with it, but C’est la vie. I mentally chastised myself for it and got down to business. I file online and it took the little over an hour the it usually takes to get it done. All was fine until I needed to verify myself by providing the document numbers on my state ID or license. I have a lot of things memorized – that is not one of them. So off I go to my bedroom to retrieve my purse and wallet.
Bedroom? Check. Purse? Check. Wallet? Wallet? Bueller? [insert Ben Stein followed by tumbleweed and crickets here.]
Oh! DUH! I didn’t use my purse yesterday. I must have…
…dropped it on the console when I came in? Nā.
…forgot it in my jacket pocket when I hung it up? Nee.
…placed it on the dining table? Nein.
…left it on the bed before it was made and it’s under the cover? Non.
…put it inside the drawer when I took off my jewelry? Nyet.
[That’s a negative in Bengali, Dutch, German, French and Russian for those who weren’t curious.]
Let’s just say I cycled between languages, rooms and locations in said rooms. I bought the wallet in a bright color so that, though small, it stood out among things and be easy to see. So why couldn’t I see it? I even checked the refrigerator, okay? Each negative added to the increased panic. Was I wrong, did I lose it while I was out and it’s all GONE? I was daunted by all the things I’d have to replace in my wallet: credit cards, ID cards, insurance cards, etc. All while being simultaneously glad that while I have most memorized; I also have photo copies of everything, including contact info, so I could begin that arduous process.
Forty-five minutes, and do not ask about the state of my bedroom, later. I plopped down in the club chair in my living room, head lowered in hands, another maybe fifteen minutes from tears of frustration when I spy a splotch of bright colored leather wedged between the side of the sofa and the broken paper shredder waiting to be picked up for refuse. That was when I remembered I had laid my jacket there before I hung it up, not knowing my wallet had fallen out and slipped down but did not make it to the floor I had checked.
The resulting emotional WHEW! was when I noted the palpations that began to ease. I hadn’t noticed as my heartbeat ratcheted up in my increasing panic, but I sure felt the release valve engaged. And me, being me, only had one thing to say for myself as I finished my taxes and put the rooms Hurricane Raivenne ransacked to rights:
I’ll be damned – there’s one in there after all!
I fully understand your panic having been there myself. I won’t mention the names I call myself for my stupidity in not knowing where I placed something for safe keeping. I even go so far as to blame the cats for swatting said item under something even though I know that what I am looking for is too big to fit under anything in the house. Glad your wallet turned up and you didn’t have to make all those phone calls. Taxes done…wallet found…that calls for a celebration.
I celebrated by having a slice of pie and a good laugh at myself.
This has happened to me SO MANY TIMES. Continually misplacing important things (keys, license, phone) has become such a thing that I’ve noticed it happens for myself most often during times I’m overwhelmed about other stuff. If I lose more than 3 things in the course of a couple of days, I take it as my brain’s sign that I’ve got. To. Slow. Down. Glad you were able to find what you needed. What a relief!
For me whenever I don’t place things where they belong, things like this happens. Because I put the jacket on the arm of the chair, instead immediately hanging it, the wallet fell out. But yes, oh what a relief it was to find it!
I can imagine!