In a painting, Bacchus was depicted as having a staggering body almost teetering off the edge of a cliff. In other words folks, he was drunk as a skunk - causing him to be dizzy, clumsy, and out of control.
Guess what, today I achieved that state without having taken a drop of alcohol. The very definition of a person with parkinson's can include dizziness and a staggering gait.
I now know the uncertainty brought upon us by the duet of Bacchus and Dionysus, having been there and done that, without any stimulant.
My OCD kicked in about 4:30 AM and I achieved quite a good speed, using my trekking poles, when I went for my early morning walk. I "nordic walked" for only a little over a mile and during the last 5 minutes, I began to feel like I was going to fall over, forward. "Festination," I muttered out loud. I sat down on a stone wall to await a more normal feeling. I lingered only a moment. Home was but a few hundred yards away. I got up and began my trek. My poles were getting out of place and I was staggering but I managed to use my poles to prevent festination and I was successful in remaining upright, that is until I stood on my stoop and teetered head first into the door (my metaphorical Bacchus cliff). I didn't hit the ground but remained stiffly at an angle, with my head against the door for stability. With much cursing, I managed to get my key in the lock and open the door. I entered the house to find I was still in my parkinson's gait mode and headed awkwardly toward the sofa, where I sat for 10 minutes until the feeling passed. It happened yesterday morning but has not returned; perhaps because I spent the today in bed with a cold. I hope it was one of those fleeting symptoms that won't make another appearance for some time. No more vertigo for me please.
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