I'm so crazy upset. I decided I was ready to carry a purse again (hubby has carried all my id and important stuff in his wallet), and now I can't find it.
I don't know if it's in the house, or if I left it in a restaurant or something. I know normal people do things like this occasionally (hubby is trying to console me, telling me how this isn't such a terrible thing, and it probably is in the house), but it just seems like a giant symbol of some greater failure.
Memory and cognitive problems, were a big reason I had to stop working. I had problems concentrating and my short term memory was useless. I had tons of neurological tests, and the neurologist said it's just part of fibromyalgia (the fibrofog, so often talked about).
I guess I felt that my health issues and the fibro was really getting better, and deciding to carry a purse again was a really big deal (I don't know why).
Losing the purse (aside from all the nightmare of losing a purse with important id and credit cards) just seems like a giant smackdown. Proof that I'm not all that much "better."
It's just driving me absolutely crazy. Just needed to rant (before I start tearing the apartment up even further looking for it).