Back. Going to bed now. Methotrexate is OK. It'll help. I'm a big silly baby.
Hey, did I mention I got bifocals? Pain in the ass, too. I wear contact lenses all the time, but I can't read with them very well any more, and switching from contacts to reading glasses doesn't work, and putting magnifying glasses over the contact lenses works ok, but . . . . get the idea? I just don't want to accept that I am getting older and falling apart, that I am human, that I am mortal. I can no longer deny it.
Thanks for listening, you and your Farnessi. The forsythia are so beautiful now, bright yellow from tip to toe, everyone seems to have some in their yard. Bradford pear trees snow white with blossoms. Showier than the cherries, which are a demure pink all over. I try to imagine you sitting in your rubber pants in the mud, cheerfully unwinding blackberries and vines, one strand at a time. |
