June 9, 1944

Dearest Gay,

I skipped writing to you one day but I’m sure you will forgive me. It seems that my new medicine doesn’t care to agree with me. I was supposed to take a pill five times a day and about an hour after I would take one I would get dizzy, shaky, and sick to my stomach. Well that went on all day Wednesday so yesterday I called the doctor and he cut it down to three a day. I feel a little better now but I have been spending a good deal of my time in bed so it hasn’t so hard to follow the doctor’s orders to lay down in the morning and in the afternoon. Boy, by the time this is all over I’m afraid I will be lazier then ever. Today is mom’s birthday and I guess I have been so busy talking about myself lately that I haven’t told you what we bought her. We got her a house dress and a slip and I think she liked them very much because she really needed both of them. Pop gave her a house dress and bedroom slippers. She really got a lot of nice things at the party Mrs. Baker had for her the other night. This noon she is going out to lunch. She belongs to a birthday club and each time a member has a birthday, they take them to lunch at Millers and then to a show and give them a gift. If I fell well enough, Gloria and I are taking her out to dinner tonight. She’s certainly getting popular, don’t you think? I guess that is all for now Butch. Don’t you worry about me. I am getting better and will be better as I get more used to the medicine. Lots of love and kisses from your Doe.