My Broken Heart

So I was putting this off because I didn't want to wake up and face reality but since it's been a couple days I guess I will. I lost my wedding ring. Some of you may be thinking, "Oh I've done that before, just give it a couple days/weeks/months and it'll turn up." So those of you who have lost your ring, how do you cope with it?? It's only been like 5 days and can I just tell you that I've sulked and moped for all 5 straight. Now if I would've lost it in my apartment then I wouldn't be despairing as much, but me and about 4 other people have come to think that there's a possibility it may have been stolen. I really try not to think that because it doesn't make much sense but at the same time, it's the only thing I can think happened. The story:
I was at work at the Fire Dept. and we got a medical call. Well my spot for the day was on the fire truck. On the way to the call I realized that I had forgotten to take my ring off and I can't wear it when I put on my rubber gloves. So, thinking I was keeping it safe ish (since I was stupid and didn't take it off prior) I took it off and put it on the bench (dog house) of the fire truck. Now I've put my ring there before, and it even sat there while the truck was driving around and it didn't move. The bench isn't a hard surface where things slide around easily, it was padded so my ring didn't really move around on it. The call was right next to a high school and there were quite a few kids walking around outside. I got out of the truck and we went into the house for the medical call for about 20 minutes and when we came out and I got back into the truck the first thing I did was reach for my ring, which wasn't there. Me and the rest of my crew spent the next 4 hours searching everywhere in that truck, and everywhere else I had been that day. My pockets, my purse, my bag, the kitchen, even the ambulance. We drove back up to the house where the medical call was and they let me go in there and search everywhere I had been, and then I spent half an hour searching their lawn where I had walked while a fellow firefighter search up and down both sides of the street. If my ring had by chance slid off the bench or been bumped, we don't think it would've gone that far anywhere in the truck, we should've found it. So, we did think up the option that maybe it was stolen, even though someone would've had to climb into our fire truck while on a call to take it. See? It doesn't make sense. None of it does. I mean you could've seen my ring in plain sight had someone looked into the window of the truck, but I was only away from it for like 20 minutes, and I know I had it before I got out of the truck. Anyways, it hasn't turned up yet and I've continued to look. I went to the police just in case someone turned it in or found it or if it was in fact stolen, anything. I'm devastated. When I left the fire department that night I just lost it. I cried for two days straight and didn't hardly get off the couch except to go to work. (Pathetic, I know)

There is some good news to this however; we have insurance and I've already gone to our jeweler and they're gonna make me another one, which is deffinately awesome, but I'm still so heart broken over losing the original. The one Buck proposed to me with, and I wore on our special day. I know there are worse things but I'm throwing myself a pity party for one right now. Buck was pretty supportive and not mad at me for losing it but still, I feel awful. Anywhere I go I see girls' diamond rings and I want to start crying again on the spot. I know this is cheesy but I feel like a part of me has been lost or taken.
I'll climb off my soap box now, I just needed to vent a bit I guess. I'm still having my pity party though :(

*Sniff*