The day I lost my ring.

It actually happened yesterday.

I was at a cataract camp in Lundu Hospital for a charity camp. 

It's my carelessness that I didn't notice the hole in the OT scrub. Damn it.

It's my mistake that my wedding band fell through the hole and I didn't realise it sooner. Damn it.

Even if I dropped it, I would have found it lying somewhere (wounded) on the OT floor because I searched for it the very moment I realised it was not in my pocket. 

I would have found it because I bent down and tearfully scrutinized every corner and every meter square of the OT area. 

I would have found it when I went agonizingly searching through the linen room, emptying the contents of the bags and then to going through the bags one-by-one. 

Believe me, I did.

My staff there and even my big boss helped searching. And we couldn't find it.

It may be an accident on my part, but it was definitely not unintentional for that someone who picked it up and never gave it back to me. DAMN IT! 

SOMEBODY'S HANDS WERE DEFINITELY 'DIRTY' IN THAT OT.

I was all about charity BUT NOT THAT CHARITABLE!!! 

GIVE ME BACK MY WEDDING BAND, you #@*%$#??!!^!!!

I gave my service and time and sacrifice my family and yet that was how I was treated. This was a great challenge if it was a lesson from Him. *sighs* Very much conflicted now... So tormented.... Very depressing.... 

*i should have hung my ring in my necklace*
*i should have worn a necklace to hang my ring*
*i should have been more careful*
*i should have checked earlier*
*so many should haves and i m feeling very sad and stupid*
*now i miss the feeling of touching it in my ring finger*
*i miss rolling my wedding band around my ring finger*
*now there is a shadow of emptiness in my ring finger*

For once, Dear Hubby was equally as upset as I was. But even then, he knew the exact things to say and comfort me. 

Him: The ring is just a symbol of our marriage. It may be gone but we still have our love and our family. You see our love is out there destroying her toys. 

Me: But...... 

Him: We can always get another one.

Me: But it was the one you put on for me at our wedding.....

Him: I put on our engagement ring on your ring finger first leh... Lucky not that one stolen!

*because that has a diamond on it!*

For someone who would take somebody else's wedding ring, knowing the sentimental value it carried, you are a coward little piece of nothing!!!  You freaking useless thief not just stole my ring but also the sweet loving memory of my wedding!!! I don't know who taught you to steal but I hope you don't tell your children that you got that ring from stealing!!!! In fact, I hope you are not married or have children yet because the world doesn't need another you! And I hope you at least use my Tiffany&Co for proper use - to feed your family or pay for education or treat your sick family and NOT for alcohol or drugs or cigarettes! 

Despite all that... I am still hoping that it is still lost. Not stolen. 
We offered RM500 for anyone who return my wedding band... It is just mixed gold, not pure gold.... 

Do take the money and you will get a thicker gold necklace!

Very guarded prognosis.... but we are hoping.....
WHAT AN EXPENSIVE AND PAINFUL LESSON TO LEARN --> CHECK YOUR POCKETS!

*so heartbroken*