Call for Help

Having Parkinson's for several years now, my family know me only too well, and over time have come to recognise the signs when something is wrong, if I'm in pain, or simply having a bad Parkinson's day. Particularly my husband and daughter know instantly when I call out for help according to the intonation in my voice. Getting dressed can be quite a challenge, and if I get stuck in a piece of clothing, not able to put it on fully, or remove it altogether, my cries for help are unmistakable, and who ever comes to my rescue usually gets a good laugh seeing me unable to escape my confinement, entangled like Houdini in one of his famous acts. So you see, I do try my best to keep the family entertained!  If I shout in an urgent fashion from the bedroom that I need a bucket; fast as lightening, a bucket appears by my bed, as little explanation is necessary, for it is quite clear, feeling nauseous I probably wont make it to the bathroom in time. There are other times when they hear something smash and me shrieking, which is often followed by some choice words that a 'lady' should never be heard uttering, as I accidentally drop and break something. But despite the difficulties that daily plague my life, never knowing if a day is going to be good or not; I live in hope. I hope you'll take a look at an article I wrote for The Huffington Post. Wishing you all a good weekend, and if like me, you suffer from Parkinson's, may you have more good days than bad.