What a day

Yesterday was a very long and draining day.

We started off our morning by heading to the LA County fair with MOPS. There was a great turn out and it was a lot of fun!

While we were at the fair another mom told me that she had been listening to Keilah's cough and said that she has asthma and needed a breathing treatment. I've long suspected that Keilah has asthma as we seem to go through this all the time. The girl lives on oral Albuterol, especially in the fall. After being at the fair all morning, around the animals and the hay, her cough was quite aggrivated. On the way home she could not stop coughing and was basically choking on her own throat. Instead of going home we drove to her pediatrician's office. They were closed for lunch so we went and waited out in the common lobby of the medical building. Once they were finally open we went to see if they could see her.

To make a very long story shorter, we spent 3 hours at the doctor's office. Twenty to thirty minutes into our visit the doctor wanted us to fill a prescription at the pharmacy next door asap so Keilah wouldn't have such a hard time breathing. That is when I discovered that I no longer had my purse. We checked the waiting room without luck. We then went to the common lobby where we had been waiting prior to the office opening. Not there. My purse was gone. I knew for a fact that I had it when we were waiting there because I remember fishing out my cell phone to call Jason. I had left it on the chair next to me. We tried calling my cell phone, but of course there was no answer. The second time we called it, someone had turned it off. Great.

Nothing makes you feel more vulnerable and violated than someone else having personal information about you. They have my wallet, my phone, my iTouch with my email and calendar, and my camera. I have no idea what kind of person has my things or what they might do with the information they now have. It makes me sick to think of all the what-if possibilities. I've cancelled everything I can think of, but it still doesn't make me feel totally safe. At this point the only thing I can do is pray that whoever the person is that took my things is not some sicko.