There was Gale this afternoon after getting her second of third infusions of her anti-MS meds. Um, don't ask me what they are because I can't remember shit.
So, Per is in London on a business trip right now, and I have been awake since he woke up this morning about 5 am, and I just have NOT been able to go back to sleep.
Per's father took me to the hospital for my infusion, and I locked the door when I left, putting the key into my relatively new handbag.
Actually, first, Per's father took me to the place I was having an MRI for my brain, just to check that I still have one, I suppose. After that, we had about an hour between the time we finished and the time we had to be at the hospital for my second infusion.
What did we do with our time? We did a very American thing: we had lunch at McDonalds! I have to admit that it was my great desire to have a Quarter Pounder and a chocolate shake. Fries, I don't much care about, but I ate about five of them anyway. Per's father had a Big Mac, since I was treating!
Then Per's father took me to the horsepital so that I could get my infusion. He didn't just take me to the outside of the building and drop me off -- no, he parked the car and walked me where I needed to be. This is where Per gets his manners, I'll tell you.
Okay, go forward a couple of hours, when I have finished getting my infusion, had a taxi called for me -- no, I was NOT going to make Per's father wait for two hours for me to get my infusion! -- and the taxi driver came up inside to get me. Then the taxi driver drove me home.
I got home, let myself in the front door, and put my key somewhere. Somewhere. SOMEGODDAMNWHERE.
It wasn't until later that I was hunting down my key, and I cannot even remember right now why the hell I was hunting the key down.
But I looked. In my purse, all around the place where my purse lives, in the bathroom, in the bedroom, in the living room ... in everywhere I could imagine has a name. No key found.
I put the thought mostly aside for a while when two friends came over -- when one of them cooked a delicious dinner and the other one cleaned up all the dishes, including a lot that had nothing to do with dinner! -- but then I started hunting after they left.
I found the goddamn key.
Where was it?
The key was in my purse.
The key had been placed in a heretofore-unknown-of pocket.
See, I ordered this bag online at Etsy. It was large, could fit several books, had extra pockets for mobile phone and various things.
The thing was that there were two pockets that were placed in a very out-of-the-way spot so that they could not be accessed by a random purse-discovery-person.
It was this very day that my hand discovered the pocketses, placed the door key into one of them and set my purse away, like every day.
Gale has many pocketses. Many many many.