Fortunately, the winter in my area this past year was mild, so I didn’t have to deal with the freezing cold and its effect on my joints. Unfortunately, I have been told this means the summer months are going to be unbearably hot and humid, which is a death sentence for me.
One of the ways I can tell that the summer months have really kicked in is by examining the contents of my pockets at the end of every day. If I pull out some various change along with a receipt for fast food, then it’s still springtime. If, instead, at the end of the day I pull out a wad of shredded napkins or a damp folded paper towel, then that means we have officially made it to summer. Thanks to all the medication I have taken over the years, it seems my body has decided to produce an overabundance of sweat.