Is it paranoia to suspect I have gremlins following me around moving things I have just put down? I wasn’t paranoid before, years ago, but I didn’t have that problem then. I’ve put “Tiles” on my two sets of keys and my purse, my most lost items. I think I’ve already saved a couple of searching hours in the last month.
I’ve lost my wedding ring, my work keys, $1400 in cash to name a few. It’s like I spend time thinking where I should put these valuable items and then immediately forget. It’s like when I change a password, if I don’t immediately put in in my phone, I forget it. Then I have to change it a second time.
I know it is a side effect of my Bipolar condition. Memory loss. It feels more like memory slipping through my fingers.
I make jokes at work when something is missing, “have you looked in my safe place”. Of course there is no such place. More like a black hole of important never to be seen again items.
I did track down where I had left my work keys. I threw them in the trash with a plastic drop cloth I was using for painting. So now I have to lurk around waiting for another coworker so I can follow them in, or have to ring the bell. How humiliating.
Then there was the $1400 cash. I had my furnace fixed and confidently when upstairs to get cash to pay the invoice. I went directly to an old purse hanging in my closet. The money wasn’t there because the purse was gone, I had given it to Goodwill the week before! I frantically called Goodwill and told them my story and could they look for it. The manager was wonderful and said she would do what she could.
While I was waiting for her to call back with triumph in her voice, I began to think. Round and round in my head, searching for a clue in my overworked brain that would lead me to another tenuous memory. Waiting for that revelation when the clues finally lead me to the money. I rummaged through everything for hours. Even places I knew the money couldn’t possibly be.
Then it happened (angel’s chorus). I looked at the picture on my wall and all the gears slid into place. I had hidden the money behind the picture frame! It must’ve taken it out before I put the purse in the pile for goodwill.
I love it when I am that smart! I just wish it wasn’t wasted on my scatterbrainess (made up word). I called up Goodwill and thanked them profusely.
I don’t think it’s going to end or get any better, and I haven’t come up with a system to fix it yet. Well, that may not be true. I haven’t tried attaching Tiles to all my important items with glue dots.
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