About me

I have been writing poetry and stories since I was a child, and a love of reading was instilled in me from an early age. I am passionate about writing, and hope you enjoy the books I have written. Whilst most of you sleep soundly in your beds, like many Parkinson’s patients, insomnia dictates, so during those hours that sleep eludes me, the house is tranquil and quiet, an atmosphere perfect to immerse myself in writing. My life has been a series of strange events, which have without doubt contributed to my creativity. To publish anything is to bear one’s soul to the world. It is to stand naked and let everyone see who you really are. I have poured my heart and soul out on paper and I hope to share this journey, immersing you in a story, capturing your attention and firing the imagination. Through my writing and public speaking I hope to bring greater awareness to the general public about living with chronic disease.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Depth perception

Parkinson's effects every facet of one's well being, including eyesight. My eyesight is quite poor now, but in particular I have noticed a change regarding depth perception. When we moved into our new home, I was looking forward to putting away all the kitchen utensils, dishes, pots and pans that I have acquired over the years. I had planned where I thought everything should go, but somehow, despite the many cupboards, it wouldn't all fit in. I couldn't believe everything fitted in my old kitchen with no problem, and yet here in my beautiful new kitchen with lots of cupboard space, something was terribly wrong. My husband who quite frankly has more than enough to do, without needing to get involved in the kitchen which is most definitely "my area" decided to step in. He could clearly see that I was having great difficulty so gently took over and in no time at all, had completely re-arranged the contents of the cupboards, fitting everything in with space to spare, and in a manner that is easy and logical. I was delighted with the end result and thrilled that he could do what I had not managed to, but at the same time, I was deeply upset as I realised, I had hardly noticed another change has taken place. My lack of depth perception means I can no longer judge a space and see what fits in it, and a simple job which should have been a pleasurable one, left me feeling sad at my failing abilities. Parkinson's is a perpetual thief who seems to keep coming back and stealing just a little bit more. 

No comments:

Post a Comment