Sorry to hear the bad news, Giggy. I lost mine 28 years ago. The hurt is gone, but the memories are still there, good and bad.
Don't know if it's the weather or the bus calisthenics, but my body feels like I've been pulled through a knot hole backwards. Gonna give the project an hour or two and quit.
Came home last night with an extra beer in my belly, took a few tokes off the bubble pipe and went into a comma. Slept well 'til midnight. Plan on spending tonight in a THC fog. They call it medical marihuana for a reason!