Living conditions

When young and carefree, not in a million years would I have thought that at the age of 44, Parkinson’s would be ruling my life. No longer in control of this body, I had the audacity to think was mine, it is possessed by a mischievous demon that shakes and tremors tormenting me night and day. If this is an initiative or endurance test, then I wonder how I'm doing. How much can the body and spirit continually endure? Due to unforeseen circumstances we have been waiting over six years to move into a house that has been especially designed with my disabilities in mind. Finally there is light at the end of the tunnel and we are sitting amidst packing boxes, our apartment resembling a warehouse. We are living in chaos at present, and I crave peaceful surroundings, and to feel a sense of order and calm in the home. For too long chaos has reigned, injecting its own form of stress, being housebound most of the time, our present unsuitable conditions grate on my nerves, almost like hearing the piercing screech of chalk on a blackboard. My nerves are raw, exposed and sensitive; the waiting has been intolerable. However we are drawing close to moving and life will be considerably easier and more comfortable for us in our disabled friendly new home.