Ah, ummm, where am I?

This afternoon I went to grab the binder which has all of Laura's life in it (correspondence from SSI, Medicare, School, Doctor, Therapist, records of all phone calls concerning her, who I talked to, dates, etc etc etc) and it wasn't there. No worries, I said to myself, you moved it to the desk, the other spot it goes. Hmm, not on the desk. Hunting, hunting, hunting . . . about 2 hours later and an ocean of frustrated angry tears I gave up. I even called the school and had the aide do a locker and backpack sweep of Laura's places. No book. Well, it's gone. Probably at the landfill, just as I predicted last blog--that's where it all ends up anyway, especially if you live with Laura. Part of me feels guilty for blaming her and part of me feels confident she ditched it. After I realized it was truely gone, I got super-disoriented as the enormity of what has happened to me really hit. I don't have copies, it was all super-organized in the book. The whole reason i was looking for it was to get her Dr. phone # and talk about meds. she is becoming more and more agitated lately and I don't want any broken windows or stuff. I found the number to call, and got a message that she has quit her practice. Now I'm really dizzy and I can't even remember how to open a file on my computer. hlephlep!