Panic

Headed out to work this morning. About five minutes from the house and I remember I need to get some cash for lunch today. Double check my back pocket for my wallet. Not there. Damn. Left it at home with my badge to boot. Turn around and head back. I let myself back in and grabbed my badge, but my wallet wasn't where it should have been.

So starts that wonderful little feeling in the gut. Doubled checked by, under and behind the couch. Nope. Wait! Gotta be in my shorts. Duh. Nope. Nor next to, behind or anywhere near the bed. Fuck. The feeling starts to get a bit stronger. Another fairly thorough search of the house. Nothing. Damn.

Oh yeah! The console in the car. Duh. Nope. Now the replay of the last week starts. When am I completely sure I had the damn thing? Tuesday. Definitely Tuesday at the doctors office. Maybe there? Dunno. Where else have I been? Work and home. No where else. Great.

Oh shit I need my drivers license to get on the plane for Portland. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Get a new ID? Not gonna happen by next Thursday. Shit. Well I guess I could drive to Portland. It's only what 12, 14 hours? Oi. Shit which credit cards are in there... hmmm, two of them and my debit card. Crap. Oh shit my BFSC card is in there too. Damn. And my National Rental Car card and my Hilton card and my health insurance cards... damn I need to empty that damn thing out.

Well damn I guess I better head to work and start figuring out who all I'm going to have to call about all my missing info. Maybe someone turned it in to the security office at work. But I've been a bunch of places at work, multiple company campuses. Damn this is gonna take a while. Ugh. Twisting of the gut has definitely increased. Dammit I NEED to get to Portland. Heh.

Stopped by the security office at the main gate, but no one had turned in anything there. Have to check with main security. Well no work is getting done today this will take all day. Friggin' dumbass. Play back the past couple of days and can't say for sure one way or the other that I'd had it yesterday or Wednesday. Stupid wallet.

Get to my floor. Pass someone in the hall, nod and smile. He asks "How ya doin?" and I reply "Not good. Can't find my wallet." He sympathizes and keeps going. I get to my office and unlock the door. Hoping beyond hope that the damn thing is here even though I know I didn't take it out of my pocket and put it on my desk yesterday. Without even having to move my chair there's the little bastard lying on the floor next to the left of my chair.

Big Fucking Sigh!!

Convalescing

So.

We made it. Not too much of interest happened during the flight. Except maybe for this.


Just happened to open my window shade about an hour out of Kahului. Seems we were traveling a fairly well used route. Hence the picture of one of American Airlines Boeing 757s following above us to the port side. They were going just a tad faster than us and eventually left us behind. Still neat. Had never seen that before.

The condo is as expected. The view is still wonderful.


And of course it wouldn't be right not to start the morning off in a vacation standard manner.


The only bummer is that Thursday morning I felt the telltale tickle in the back of my throat that could only signal one thing. I went into instant denial though and headed off to work. By the end of the day there was no way I could deny any further that I was definitely getting sick. Of course. Got home and crawled into bed. Friday morning rolled around and I went into work for a couple of hours to finish up what needed to be finished, came home and packed and then headed for LAX. The flight was a bit uncomfortable due to my plague. Since I had originally planned on working Friday and then flying to Maui late we didn't get to the Noho until probably around 11:00 PM PDT, 9:00 Maui time. Still we had nothing in the cupboards so after a quick unpack of the single bags we each brought we hopped back in the Sebring and headed down to the ABC store for water, coffee and beer.

I couldn't hit the sack last night without popping open at least one beer before bed which I did and even finished. The one for breakfast this morning was almost as nice as the one last night. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Aloha!

Damn It Jim I'm A Beer Drinker, Not A Doctor!

So I felt a bout of unwellness coming on yesterday at work and decided to try some over the counter remedies when I got home. I started out with three Deschutes Inversion IPAs and followed that up with two Dogfish Head 90 Minute Imperial IPAs. Felt great last night for sure. Felt pretty good this morning too. Just don't think it took care of the bit of sickness taking hold. We'll see how the rest of the day goes, but I may be hunkering down in bed for the remainder of the weekend. Pbbbbbt.