My thumbs have gone weird

A thing appears on your finger. You are certain that mole wasn't there last week. One of your toes has gone red. I ache in the places where I used to play. Ever wondered who buys Anusol? I fell over on the ice weeks ago and my wrist still hurts a bit from taking the fall.

This, dear friends, is the onset of age, the arena of the perpetually, vaguely unwell.

The other day, I forgot what this: ( ) was. (a bracket). I got to it by describing that thing which people use in texts to denote a smiley face. The word "bracket" eluded me.

I am playing the slots in Vegas and now, penny by penny, I'm paying back the jackpot I won in '74.


Ted Foan said...

Having watched the recent Terry Pratchett documentaries I realised that I have had early onset Alzheimer's for the last 10 years. It doesn't seem to be getting any worse at the moment. (Then again, I am a known hypchondriac - it's because I'm a man according to my wife.)

But I know what you mean. Words do escape me from time-to-time but they usually eventually pop out if I stop worrying about them. Take heart dear Weasel. It's all part of life's rich tapestry.

an ex-apprentice said...

Dear Mr Weasel,


Nope,...I was going to say it's gone.

Shouldn't joke really, my father in law has just been diagnosed with Alzheimers, not funny at all.