Downsizing XIV-A

Moving Day Mishap: The moving day playout was great in terms of overall success on many fronts. It was also enjoyable as these kinds of things often aren’t, but in our case it was in large measure because of the personalities and character of the two movers. It was most satisfying.

There was, however, a major blip of my own doing that caused considerable distress and wringing of hands and gnashing of teeth – Full disclosure, it was fully my fault for what unfolded to cause me so much distress. I misplaced all of my meds, and we couldn’t find them anywhere once we were in our apartment. Night fell without finding them.

Here’s the background of a masterful plan: I distinctly remember putting all my medications in a special box, and placing the box in my car the morning of our move so I’d have them always with me during the move day. I then basically forgot about it knowing that I had a fool-proof plan to ensure I would have my meds when I needed them. Where my plan ran afoul of my mind was that I forgot I had placed the box for safekeeping in my car. That happens with me a little bit. No, really.

Then, during the move I thought at one point I had brought the box into our apartment, but couldn’t remember where I’d set it down. We searched the whole apartment with me retracing what I had done to bring the box into the apartment. I was certain I had brought them inside. Nothing worked to find the medicines.

Because I couldn’t find them by the end of moving day, I missed my meds for my evening meal, something that’s not a good thing with these medications. I had a fitful night’s sleep, and awoke Saturday morning in a rather grumpy and sleepy state. I had decided that since we couldn’t find the meds, that I would have to go across the street to Rite Aid (Yes, it is literally across the street with a big sign glaring at our second-floor window) and request of the pharmacist an emergency supply of all my medications until my physician could set a new prescription for them. At least that was what I thought would be the procedure the pharmacist would have to follow.

 As one final measure, I stopped by my car on the way to the pharmacy to check the car again, and lo and behold, there was my special box containing my meds where I had so smartly placed them. The problem was of my own making, because I promptly forgot that I’d placed the box in the car for safekeeping. Such a smart plan, and I had to go and forget the brilliance of it and put it out of my mind.

Well, all is right with the universe again, at least till the next memory vortex misalignment – In the end, I only missed the one mealtime dose of my medications, and am now in our new home returned to my regimen as prescribed.