Another three bite the dust

My mother used to say, "Bad things happen in threes". If she was right, I have nothing to worry about at all, having just completed my third. You see all my good luck has either abandoned me or maybe never existed.

Threes,fours, fives.....What does it matter!? I appear to be awash with bad luck, awaiting the return of my good luck.

Three bad things! That would just be the end. Here are the latest omens of the devil's work. Now keep in mind, these things are all played out against a background of PD ( heading into my 11th year) FIRST my wife died with cancer. She went very peacefully. That was 7 months ago and I still miss her terribly and I still have that "empty house" feeling. There is a hole in my heart that will never be filled. SECOND about 3 weeks ago I had the worst abdominal pain ever and walked into my bedroom just as an expert on CNN was saying "severe abdominal pain is possibly an early symptom of the virus".

What are the odds?

I brushed it off as a coincidence but when I took my temperature it was 37.2, slightly high, but google ensured me it was within the normal range for some people but it was also in covid-19's range. An hour later it was 36.9.

The next day I had a sore throat for about 3 hours followed by a very slight headache that disappeared when I started doing something.

Did the virus come calling? I don't think so. I think I am a bit of a headcase.

THIRD I looked at my hands yesterday and one knuckle was swollen. "Funny," I said to my son, "I don't remember hurting myself."

I put it out of my mind; that is, until the next day. I awoke to find that every middle knuckle on the fingers of both hands looking red and rough, capped off with swelling and filled with some kind of liquid. Google diagnosed RHEUMATOID ARTHRITIS and after having spoken with my GP, I am 100% certain of the diagnosis.

Bad things come in threes. Right?

Hope so!

Whatsa matter....

.....can't you take it? Over 6 long months of living alone. Fortunately, my kids see or talk to me every day. They take turns. I am a lucky man. I now know why females who look after the household meals find the job taxing. Having to come up with something every day, without becoming predictable, is not easy. I don't know what I will have today. I have to look in my fridge but I think I will know what I will find: bottle of ginger ale, butter, some weiners, old caesar salad, etc, etc. I have got to clean it out. Tonight I will have a frozen meal or MacDonald's. Actually, I think a couple of hotdogs will suffice. Today's advice - don't put bananas in the refrigerator!