Bleak without Blackberry

Yesterday I lost my phone, actually I lost it the day before but did not realize it until yesterday morning.  My phone is a blackberry that houses all my contacts, calendar, some passwords, thoughts, photos, and basically all the things that keep me going.  I was completely lost.

I spent the entire day looking for it and getting more anxious.  Needed to make some calls but didn't have anyone's number.  Couldn't remember time for orthodontist appointment which is marked in calendar.  Stressed over passwords hidden in phone.  Left house and was paranoid that someone would call with emergency.

Friends suggested the following for finding phone:
- Call it.  I am walking around the house, garage and car calling my cell.  Won't work if the battery is dead.
- Think about where you used it last.  In husband's car, so I called him.  He left his office to check out his car doing the same call it technique.
- Pray to St. Anthony.  Will try anything at this point.

Now its 8pm and I still can't find it.  My husband and I are tearing up the house.  The dread has entered. Who do I need to call to get a replacement?  How am I going to get all those numbers and appts back?  Why am I such an idiot as to not back up this data on my laptop?

I have resolved myself to dealing with the loss.  As I walk into the greeting room I notice the drawer of the drum table is off.  This is simply a junk drawer I NEVER use.  I opened it and guess what is sitting there.  The dead battery phone.  How the hell did it get there?

Either I need to go back to religion because St. Anthony has saved me or I have completely lost my mind and should get used to it.