On Tuesday, Dec 17th, the day Larry was going to go home from the hospital after his Emergency visit on Sunday that turned out to be blood clots in his lungs, he looked at his left hand and said "What happened to my ring?"
He was lying in bed and I was sitting in a chair opposite him and we started mulling over all the places it could have gone. Neither of us remembered him taking it off and I was with him most of the time. The only times I left was when I went home to get his phone and that first night but Kim and Karen stayed overnight with him. Did he have to take it off when he went for his CT scan? He didn't remember taking it off. We asked the nurses if he would have had to take it off and they said no. Even though it slid easily around on his finger it wasn't so loose that it could just slip off. What a mystery. The nurse sent someone up from security so that we could report it missing and to see if it wound up in lost and found or at least make them aware that if it did they should notify us.
