Leading a private life is what most people prefer, but I find myself now exposed and thrown somewhat out there unintentionally. As uncomfortable as it was at first, I quickly realised that allowing fellow sufferers, care givers and hopefully catching the attention of the general public making them more aware of Parkinson's, my life consequently became an open book. I'm no Shakespeare, but more of a Beatrice Potter or Enid Blyton. No complicated prose, but simple language spoken from personal experience and straight from my heart.
We were invited to a family function, and upon receiving the invitation, I promptly wrote it in my diary along with the time. How I managed to write the wrong time down, I cannot explain. I'd like to pass the buck, put it down to Parkinson's and let it take the blame, for we arrived there at 12:00, when in fact the function started at 13:30. My husband true to his nature took it in his stride and with good humour, but I'll never live this one down. The manager was very sweet and understanding, offered us coffee and juice and seated us near a window so that we could enjoy the stunning view of mountains and forests. As if this was not enough to put me to shame, I had forgotten to remove the price tag from a new top I was wearing. Thankfully a relative came up to me and unobtrusively popped the price tag inside so that no one would see. I don’t know if anyone else had noticed, but quite frankly, I'm passed worrying about such trivial matters.