About me

PROFILE:
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.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Dragging one's feet

Talking with a fellow sufferer is totally different from talking to anyone else. Recently whilst chatting with a friend, both understanding each other as we had a good moan about the various annoying symptoms and scenarios we find ourselves in thanks to Parkinson's,  she gave me much food for thought. I had to share with you, as anyone suffering Parkinson's could empathise how she mentioned about being told to pick her feet up when walking. I immediately remembered my neurologist and the physiotherapist telling me the same thing. But this is far easier said than done, as anyone with Parkinson's will confirm, lifting one's feet up instead of shuffling is quite difficult and takes great effort and concentration. I know that the best footwear is an orthopaedic sport shoe with flexibility, support and a non slip sole, yet the laces present a frustrating struggle, where as my orthopaedic mules slip on and off with ease but are not the ideal footwear for a Parkinson's patient. My family have become accustomed to hearing my shuffling house slippers as I move around at home. At the beginning they found it quite annoying, but I think they are used to it now, and like a cat that wears a bell, allowing you to always know where it is in the house, my family always know exactly where I am - all they need do is listen for the shuffling feet!

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