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.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Becoming forgetful

I have always been bad at remembering people's names, and as I grow older, I'm not sure if it's my age or the Parkinson's, but this problem is getting worse - and embarrassingly puts me in a tight spot on occasion. A close friend told me recently a trick when this uncomfortable situation arises. Ask the person directly what their name is, to which they will immediately answer, probably assuming you have a poor memory, but before you give them a chance to doubt your mental capabilities, you answer "I knew what your first name was, I was referring to your surname".

I also heard that when being introduced to someone for the first time, if one repeats the person's name and uses it immediately in conversation with them, it re-enforces their name upon your memory.

Maybe this is an old wives' tale, but I read about the properties of cinnamon helping one's memory. Hearing this, I started to add cinnamon liberally to my porridge or cereal at breakfast, to cakes, on top of pancakes - you name it, if you could add a sprinkling of cinnamon I would do so. One day a friend asked me why I used so much cinnamon, and as I was about to launch into "why", I couldn't for the life of me remember!

Everyone forgets things - so don't let it bother you. We are all guilty at times of forgetting someone's name, where we put the house keys, or a birthday. Don't be so harsh on yourself - you are forgiven!

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