Life is a sexually transmitted, terminal disease!

I use the above title when I give presentations on the need for a person to make his/her Last Will and Testament. It usually evokes a few chuckles. Anyone can, and should, laugh at the veracity of this. It is not birth and death that should make you cringe, it is those little bumps along the highway of life that create the disturbance in the force. Hereinafter is my testament to that.

I hate to whine, especially when I said I wouldn't, but, what the hey, it makes me feel better. Parkinson's can cause a build up of saliva in the back of your throat, as can the flu. Wouldn't you know it, I have both. The flu came on suddenly and is in the process of weakening my body. It is another form of stress and PWP should avoid all forms of stress which is seen to be a factor in hastening the deterioration of the condition.

As you know, PD also changes your voice. At least it has changed mine. Two days ago I sounded like Phyllis Diller. Now, with the flu attacking me, I sound like a young Bob Dylan with a serious cold. I won't be singing any arias soon (of course, I am not sure what an "aria" is other than an answer in a crossword puzzle).

The flu will go away but the PD will continue its insidious work and I will attempt to improve my voice even up to a Willie Nelson level.

Until that time, I am going to bed to watch movies and drink copious amounts of tea because, as the Chinese are wont to say: 每天喝一杯茶，肯定会饿死药剂师 or words to that effect.

May the force bewith you and your journey be devoid of bumps.