There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness or death. Any attempt to prove otherwise constitutes unacceptable behavior.

Nervousness!  What a nuisance!  There are times my nervousness exacerbates my symptoms.  Like walking up a mountain side.  Well it was a small mountain; a hill really or maybe "hillock" is more accurate.  But to a prairie boy, with PD, it was a mountain.  Did I mention there was a staircase with wide treads and easily accessible railings?  At the top was a luxurious cabin overlooking the Pacific.  Plus, I had 2 competent helpers.

So what was there to be nervous about?

I don't know, but I was and remained in that condition until I saw the prairie flatlands through the airplane window. I was home.  

More to come anon

 Fran Liebowitz quote

"Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world”

 The main thing that makes me skittish about PD is the tendency to hallucinate.  It happens every so often and, other than the one involving the police, my hallucinations have been short-lived.  However, they can, and have occurred on the highway.  I no longer drive more than 10 minutes.  I would give up my car except I don't want to give up my independence completely.

Let me tell you the absurdity of that last sentence.

Independence!

I have used 2 tanks of gas in the last 22 months.  What will I be missing if I give up my car?  Very little; that's what.  However, I continue to cling to my long-lost youth for the time being.

The trouble is, I have a problem deciding whether a memory was a dream or an hallucination.  My dreams are so real, they could be hallucinations.  Also. I have a tendency to act out my dreams.  I have a fear I will find myself in the hallway in my birthday suit.  What a hideous sight that would be!  To ensure that does not happen, I have purchased a door alarm which will shriek and wake me up if I am in a starring role in some strange.......well, you know.

But I flounder on, still content with my lot in life.

For now.

“I was sad because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet. So I said, "Got any shoes you’re not using?” ― Steven Wright

People keep telling me "your feet are swollen".  That's stating the obvious.   My feet arehuge by the end of the day,  as are my lower legs.  My belly has taken a hit too, with a deflated inner tube made up of some bodily stuff having taken up residence in my lower abdomen.

I hate having such excess baggage.  According to Elaine Benes, the male body is "hideous" and, believe me. carrying around human flubber does not enhance its beauty.  It has become my bouncy albatross. 

What's happening to me!

Blood tests ruled out anything serious.  What then???

Drugs!

Mirapex and zopiclone are the likely bad guys.  Both are drugs used to treat the symptoms of PD.

I decided last night to cut down to one half of a 7.5 zopiclone tablet and got a decent sleep so that bad guy is on its way out.  I will check with my doc with the correct weaning off strategy.

As for the mirapex......who knows?  Maybe I will just have to tighten my belt and wear compression socks.

mine are not as bad but they are gettin' there