Did you ever lose something that was really important to you?
I was absolutely sick about it. Mostly sick because it is something that never leaves the house. There's no reason for it to go anywhere.
I ripped apart sofas and vacuumed, I pulled things out and vacuumed. Under beds (and vacuumed), behind desks (and vacuumed). It wasn't all bad, I suppose.
After several days of looking and not finding it, and feeling worse and worse with every passing day, I had begun to ask people who had been to the house whether they had inadvertently picked it up.
No one had.
I then went to the dark place in my brain that wondered if I had done something with it? Is this early onset alzheimers? I mean, it happens. And every stupid thing that I did (and I can do some stupid shit) just sort of reinforced the fear that my brain was slipping.
After a week, a full week of this, today, I found it.
Tears were shed.