I wrote about the lovely talk on China that I attended this past Thursday evening at the Blandford Town Hall, what I neglected to mention was the shock I had when at the beginning of the talk, I looked down onto my left hand and my ring finger was bare. Horrors to Betsy, my two wedding rings were gone. Yes, I wear two wedding rings, the original and the new matching wedding ring that my husband bought me so that we would still match because he broke his original ring on the job site. He was lucky that he didn’t lose his finger as well. So I wear both, you can’t really tell that I have two on because the original is so thin that it blends in with the newer one.
Anyway, I couldn’t leave the event so I spent the entirety of the talk running my fingers against each other and trying to pay attention to Mr. Langmoore. During the slide show my mind was going through my day and trying to figure out if I had taken them off or if at any point did I do something with my left hand that could have made them slide off or fall off. Sitting there, I was coming up blank, I have to admit that towards the end of the presentation, I was itching to get out of there so that I could start to look for my rings.
To add insult to injury, it had been snowing while we were inside, not heavy but enough for ground cover so when I walked back home I couldn’t see anything shining in the road. I didn’t really think that I had lost the rings outside because when the hubby and I had walked over, he was holding my left hand. I was pretty confident that the rings were somewhere inside the house, the question was where.
We got back home at 9:00 and I spent a good two hours looking everywhere that I could think of for my rings and I was getting more and more upset with myself. I finally told my husband that I had either misplaced or lost my rings sometime during that day, he wasn’t upset but I really was. I couldn’t remember the last time that I noticed the rings on my finger, they have been on my finger for so long they are a part of my finger. I could not for the life of me remember if I had taken them off and put them somewhere, which I might have done that because I have been highly stressed lately and when I’m stressed I turn my rings over and over and sometimes take them off and put them back on, but what if I had put them down? I was driving myself crazy trying to remember and getting nothing but fog in my mind.
I think that I was more upset by the fact that I couldn’t remember anything about my rings, I couldn’t even visualize my recent steps during that day. I went to bed not knowing where my rings had gone, I confess that I didn’t lose any sleep over it. I have a gift when it comes to sleep.
The next day, I did wake up with my rings foremost in my thoughts. I was determined to walk around the park and retrace my steps from the dog walking from the previous day. My husband was following me out the door when I looked down onto the doormat right in front of the door on the breezeway and there they were lying on their side between the mat and the siding of the house. I called out “I found them!” I felt relieved to have found them but still upset that I couldn’t remember feeling them fall off my finger and that I couldn’t remember anything period.
I really hate this type of memory loss, it makes me feel less of who I used to be. I had a great visual recall when I was younger, now it has all turned to mush. It is awful. I am so happy finding my rings but it really was a fluke that I did. It wasn’t through any type of detective work on my part. Now I am trying to be very mindful of my rings, my husband says that this happened because my fingers have gotten too skinny, I’m not listening to that. I am simply going to be more aware of my rings and what I do every day.