One of the curses of Sjogrens is the memory problems. When I was in my late teens, my (now ex-) husband
would get mad at me because we would hop in the car to go somewhere,
and then I couldn't remember where we were going. We were very mature back then. :/ Even now, I sometimes miss my
turn or exit because of that.
However, this inability to remember can be a blessing too.
The bullies in elementary school? I don't remember who specifically they
were. It was pretty much everyone, but surely there was a ringleader,
right? No idea... Also, I really do leave work at work and home at home. I mean,
yeah, when work is extra stressful, I sometimes come home and vent, but
once I move on, it's forgotten until I go back to work. I don't
lie awake at night mulling problems anymore. I sleep well. The joy of
forgetfulness, indeed.
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