Losing My Wallet/Losing My Mind

This afternoon, I spend at least two unhappy hours searching for my wallet.  Again.

I have not actually lost my wallet since brain surgery, but I've come very close about fifty times.  I thought I was getting a lot better, until today, although my wallet was found in a very unlikely place.

I did part company with my wallet for a weekend, and a weekend I was in Ottawa.  I left it on the airplane.  Porter was amazing, and had my wallet waiting for me for my return flight the next day.  I had had flown Air Canada, I'm sure my wallet would have been in Cancun buying shots at the bar within 24 hours. 

This brings me to the "losing my mind" part.  I am pretty good at keeping an eye on, and taking care of my stuff, for the most part.  In my apartment, I try to keep things in the same place.  If I momentarily misplace something, I just go back to where I had it last.  What bag did I take yesterday?  Was I wearing a hoody?  Check the logical pockets.

Since becoming a BP (Brain Patient), it's much harder to think of the questions, let alone logical answers.  I think back and come up with...."was I wearing pants? ...am I wearing pants"?  It's a bit of a hindrance.  I left my wallet on the plane because it fell out of my pocket.  Here's the kicker: I felt it fall out of my pocket and into the seat.  Plunk.  I recognized this as if in a dream.  By the time the plane landed (less than an hour later), plunk was gone from my mind.  It did not return until I discovered I had to wallet (half a day later).  Plunk was then a thought sandwiched between expletives.

Today, I was 99% sure my wallet was at home.  I used it at home, and I didn't take it anywhere.  I was sure it was on my new ottoman.  Until it wasn't. 

My day yesterday:  the library (used wallet, put it in red backpack).  afternoon: I used my wallet (online) and put it on the ottoman (or big comfy chair?).  Jo and Ledger came over, and later on we went to teach an ultimate clinic.  I didn't not bring my wallet to the clinic, because I couldn't find it (but I barely looked).

I searched the big comfy chair.  The ottoman.  Under the ottoman.  All my backpacks.  Every piece of clothing I've worn in the last week with pockets.  Those without.  The bathroom.  The garbage.  The insides of my shoes.  The ottoman.  Under the ottoman.  All my backpacks.  My bed.  Pillows.  Covers.  Around the bed (there is no "under my bed).  The ottoman.  Under the ottoman.  All my drawers.  The fridge.  The freezer.  The microwave.  The ottoman.  Under the ottoman.  All my backpacks.  The laundry.  The fridge (yes. twice).  The ottoman.  Under the ottoman. 

I texted Jo and said "ahhhhhhhhh)$)*#)".  We brainstormed places to look together.  Repeat list above.  Jo thinks to check her sports bag (in the apartment last night) and YESWALLETYES!

Theory A: My wallet was on the blanket on the big comfy chair.  When I threw the blanket in the other room, my wallet fell in the open bag at the foot of the bed.

Theory B**: Jo stole it.  Ledger and Jo are in Cancun sipping beers right now.

What do you think?  A or B?  Other theories?