the find

So as you know, I'm back in Seoul as of yesterday, the 10th. Today was my first day back at work, and it's sounding as though I'm about to be temporarily out of work since the company's CEO is apparently avoiding my boss: the CEO, apparently averse to conflict, doesn't want to tell my boss to his face that he's no longer working with the company (it's a long story, and a long time coming). Anyway, that's neither here nor there. My boss had called me while I was out walking to tell me he'd found a reusable grocery bag that looked a lot like one of mine and even contained the same sorts of drinks I'd normally bring to work—all of them diet. "My" bandanna was also apparently in the bag, which struck me as weird: last I'd heard, my bandanna had gotten lost the day of my heart attack—the paramedics had cut away my shirt, and while my wallet was eventually given back to me, other items like my bandanna had been lost in the shuffle. Or so I'd thought. Believing my bandanna to be gone, I went bandanna-shopping with my brother David while he was here in September, and David ended up finding a seller who had the perfect bandanna, which I've been using ever since. 

Today, though, the boss showed me the grocery bag in question, complete with "my" bandanna, and sure enough, that was it. It was definitely mine. So I now have two perfectly good bandannas. The first one had survived my heart attack, apparently; the trauma team hadn't destroyed it in their efforts to stabilize me and get me to the ER. (I still remember nothing about the whole incident, for which I'm glad.) Along with the bandanna and diet drinks, the grocery bag also held a rotten Paris Baguette salad.