Lost, Lost, Replaced, Found, Found

Tuesday was "one of those days." I was happy because I finally was able to do something to move things forward. I was going to my breast surgeon's office to do all the necessary paperwork and make my first appointment. 

There was a bit of frustration because, when they called me on Monday to tell me to come in, they told me they could not see any of my old mammograms in the system. There was even a note in my file that there were no old films to compare with the ones taken in September. But I had been told in October that they had been received and reviewed. Oh well, I planned to go two buildings over to the breast care center (who confirmed the receipt of the films) after I did my paperwork to see if they could clear it up.

I happily trot up to the counter and greet the receptionist. She asks me for my driver's license and insurance card. Well, I don't have the card yet as I was just approved officially on Monday. She says I will be entered as self-pay and they can change it later. I then reach into my wallet to pull out my license...it is not there! 

I am totally flummoxed! I almost never take out my license for anything. I start to frantically search my brain for a clue... what in the world did I do with it? Then I remember, the last time I took it out was when I applied for the insurance. They took a copy of it and I clearly remember them giving it back to me. But where it went from that point is a total blank! 

Did I put it in my pocket? Did it fall out somewhere? In the car? In the parking lot? Is it still in a pocket somewhere? What did I wear that day? Did I throw it away with the paperwork I took home and no longer needed? Does someone have it and is happily stealing my ID to purchase thousands of dollars' worth of knock off purses? I call Steve and give him several places to search at home with orders to report back soon.

Okay, calm down. I go ahead and fill out all the paperwork and tell the receptionist I will go search my car and be back if I find it. Eight or eighty pages later, I finally head downstairs and start tearing the interior of my car apart. Between the seats, between the back and seat, under the floor mats, moving the seats forward, moving the seats back, even looking in the trunk...nothing. 😕

Steve checks in. He has searched every pocket on every piece of clothing I own. Searched drawers, books, bags, everything he could think of...nothing. 😢

Somewhere in the middle of the car search, I call the office where I filled out the insurance paperwork. "I know you would have told me if I had, but I need to cover all my bases, did I leave my driver's license there?" Nope. But she remembers me putting it into my "clear envelope." HUH? I don't have any clear envelopes. I dismiss her memory of the envelope as probably belonging to another client.

Nothing left to do now but order a replacement license. Bummer. I pull up the website on my phone (I am still in the parking lot) and easily order the replacement. I head two buildings over to check on the old mammogram films that are still missing.

I talk to three very nice ladies in that office. They call the office I just left to clarify what they are missing and where they looked. After about 15 minutes, they tell me they found the films from 2017 in the system. I'll take it. I don't know where 2018 and 2019 went, but at least they have something. Now to head home.

Two-thirds of the way home, the thought of the "clear envelope" comes back into my head. Long mental pause ensues... It then comes to me that I had put all my important papers, birth certificate, marriage license, social security, etc., into a clear page protector for easy, safe transport. And, I had taken it with me for the insurance paperwork. Did I drop my driver's license into that "clear envelope?"

I'm mentally kicking myself the rest of the way home, "dumb, dumb, numb brain." Once home, I go to our small safe and there on top of everything is that page protector with my driver's license on top. UGH, "dumb, dumb, numb brain."

Of course, I can't cancel the order for a replacement that was submitted just an hour ago. Fine, keep my $12 and send me the new one. At least the office has the films they need and I have a driver's license. And, I do have an appointment on December 15 to see the breast surgeon. Everything is in place and all is moving forward. 

Now if I can just keep my brain functioning so I can get through the four pages of questions I have for the breast surgeon. 😉