Finally found

I had surgery back in November, so I could not drive or do any housework for about 8 weeks.  Right after Thanksgiving, I asked my wife to pick up 3 prescriptions for me.  She had lost her keys and was using mine, so I could not get them out of her car.  I asked her to bring them in several times of the course of the next few days.  Finally, even with my limited mobility, I took the keys and searched both cars.  There was no sign of the medicine!  (Fortunately, they were not related to the surgery--mostly my antidepression meds.)

At one point, she thought she might have accidentally put them into a box with some books she brought up to the attic.  She said she looked in the boxes several times, but did not find them.  Given that insurance only pays for a month of presriptions at a time, I could not get them refilled until mid December.  I had to go a few days without two of the medications.

This morning, she comes down stairs while I am doing my physical therapy exercises.  It turns out the medications were in one of the book boxes after all!  What's more, it was on top of one of the open boxes!

Her keys never showed up--we had new ones made.

Without me doing a lot of the house work, things got really disorganized.  The kids--one diagnosed ADHD and the other probably has it--did very little to help.  I only had the use of one arm, and there was no place to put things down in the kitchen or dining room.  Even with the brace on, I was so frustrated that I started going through the stuff on the dining room table.  I found a parking ticket my wife had not paid.  The trick is that she drives the car that is registered in my name, so I am the one who would have lost my license.  This happened before, and I did lose my license that time.

More recently, I went through the mess on the desk in the living room.  I recycled a whole bunch of stuff and made two remaining piles--one for her to deal with ASAP and the other that could wait.  The ASAP pile has been moved several times, but she has not gone through it yet.  (This includes stuff that I can't deal with--a checkbook for girl scouts and things related to her mother's estate, for example.)