During my lunch break, I noticed the wrinkled tissue and thought that it didn't look very neat and dropped it into the rubbish bin.I went about my duties and my day went on well; I met new patients and felt that I had been productive and efficient.Driving home at the end of the day, just moments before I reached my house, I noticed that I was missing my rings.I felt the heart in my body rose, my cheeks burning red.I went inside and tried to calm down.I had a few butterflies in my stomach.

I spent an hour or so making calls trying to follow the track of my rings.The first people I called was my manager and clinical leader and they gave me a few contact numbers for cleaners.I got in touch with a lady who managed the cleaning services for the clinic and she informed me that the bins had already been collected.

Heartbroken, I knew nothing could be done now.I had lost my wedding ring and one of my most treasured rings—my mother's wedding ring.Had it not been for my carelessness, all this would not have happened.With great sorrow and regret, I just sat there rooted in my chair.