so, not to get into it to deeply

but I've been in florida since a tulmultuous wednesday night/thursday morning trying to make it to florida after 3 cancelled flights and 3 different airports for my father surgery last thursday

ever since it's been a non stop roller coaster of breakdowns, buildups, disinvitations and misery.  I've been doing my best not to fall apart at the seams, for my mother and fathers sake, they are counting on me right now to do what they cannot do for each other or themselves...

i'm happy to do it, I love my parents very much and I'm happy to be there for them, especially since they have been there for me from day one for the last 30 years...

my dads surgery went well, he's now cancer free and without a prostate, but the two days since has been agony and complication after complication...testing my mental and emotional strength as never before. I wasn't there for my twin brother when he got sick, and I've regreted it every day since...that's 10 years ago, I'll be damned if I'm going to make that mistake again, luckily I grew up since then.

But go figure amidst all the bullshit, and suffering my mother and father have endured over the last few months and especially the last few days, if I didn't lose my motherfucking wallet tonight.  I went out this afternoon to get my father a box o joe from Dunkin Donuts, and stopped at Chick Filet on the way back, well, low and behold the smell was enough to inspire my father to eat for the first time in four days...

so he sent me back to pick up some chicken nuggets for him, of which I paid, AGAIN with my credit card...so I know I had it then.  Everything was great, the nurses finally figured out what would work to ease my fathers post surgical suffering and at 10:30 i decided to call it a night, and stopped at the Cheesecake Factory for a salad and a scotch.

So all is well, I decided to ante up and get the top shelf 18 year old stuff, so my bill was hefty for a single person, and when it was time to pay I reached for my wallet and POOF, nothing.

I looked everywhere, in the car, in the parking lot, at the hopital parking lot, in my fathers hospital room, which I had to sneak into at 12:30am to look for my wallet, and still nothing.  I know what happened, I was on the phone when I went thru the drive thru and I never put it back in my pocket, most likely in my lap, and when I exited the vehicle at 6pm at the hospital...tumblina onto the pavement.  The question is...

where the fuck is it?

who would find a wallet on the ground in a hospital parking lot and not turn it in...given the it's got all my credit/debit cards and my only ID, i really hope I can get it back or else I'm stuck in florida until my roommate in NYC can next day air me my old ID or passport.  But seriously...the wallet had everything in it, including my business cards, complete with phone number and email address, so if I don't hear from someone tomorrow about my wallet, I'm my last shred of hope for humanity might be lost.

I mean, who finds a wallet in a hospital parking lot and doesn't turn it in? Doesn't call/email the owner of the wallet if that info is readily available?  I surely hope my first phone call or email of the day tomorrow is from whomever found my wallet...

in the immortal words of the Mighty Mighty Bosstones..."Never lose my wallet, that would put me on the spot, never lose my sense, at least the one I've got, never lose my family, never lose my friends...never lose my youth, I hope it never ends...HOPE I NEVER LOSE MY WALLET."

fingers crossed.

jhs