Come on Dr. Oz, give it to me straight. I can take it.
I am 7 years post diagnosis and these past few weeks have not been good to me. I feel like I grow weaker by the hour and balance is starting to escape me. I am planning 2 plane trips this summer and today, I mulled over cancelling them. Can you imagine being off balance in the airport lines, going to the bathroom on the plane (that picture is almost laughable), and just to add a touch of excitement to that adventure, getting off the plane.!?
I am in agony at the moment and I am supposed to have breakfast with an old friend in the morning, but that is looking shaky too. February has been prairie-tropical, but the cold has returned, leaving streets and side walks covered in ice. Therefore I am pretty much house bound . It's a good thing I like TV. My daughter gave me equipment designed to be strapped onto shoes and with the help of the metal, spike-like protrusions on the bottom, make walking easier. But what do I do when I get to the restaurant?
It is not all bad news because fortunately, the drugs control my other symptoms, but, of course I fear that may change too.
The future? I try not to waste my time on the future. I appreciate my past; I can put up with my present, but the future is blurry at best.
With that, I conclude my therapeutic rant for today.
Wait a minute, one more thing. I would like scientists to use the future perfect tense when making their predictions. Certainty is what I require.
PS - I should have explained, my "agony" was not caused by PD but shovelling snow - wet snow.
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