Last Sunday I committed the sin of sins.
Last Sunday I forgot that it was my bride’s and my wedding anniversary.
It was the first time in forty-nine years that I have forgotten it. The
only thing that saved me from stormy feminine wrath is that Carolyn also
forgot it. She always forgets it. However, I could tell that she was
disappointed that I did forget. I too am ill at ease about it. It is
bad enough to forget but I just do not feel that I am old enough to be
losing so much memory so quickly. Scary it is.
Been off methotrexate for two weeks now
and I am feeling it. Sore fingers feel like sausage links, swollen
joints reducing circulation and it is ten days to go until surgery and
two weeks after that before i can go back on the pills. Then it will be
three or four more weeks before they are once more effective. “I am a
man of constant sorrow” but if I forget another anniversary, I will have
to start drinking alcohol again for solace and that will ease some RA
pain, too.
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