There are times that I feel almost invincible, thinking if I keep my
spirits high, with a sense of humour, refuse to give in and remain as positive
as I can, I'll beat Parkinson's at it's sinister game. In reality, we all know
if you have a bad hand of cards from the outset, no amount of bluffing can ultimately
change what you hold. Good friends came over the other night, and had
thoughtfully prepared a wonderful supper and feeling right at home, had within
minutes filled the table with a feast fit for a king. We sat and tucked in,
talked and laughed and it was great to spend time together. However, 9 pm
arrived, (the witching hour in my case), and as if someone had removed my
batteries, all energy seeped quickly away and left with no choice, I unwillingly
surrendered to Parkinson's. Our friends knowing me well, could immediately spot
the sudden tiredness that engulfed me, the frozen look on my face and a general
"out of it" look that anyone suffering from Parkinson's will know exactly what I mean. It's
at this point, I have no choice other than to go to bed, bringing a delightful evening
all too quickly to an end. Parkinson's is a "party pooper" to put it mildly,
and late evenings have become a thing of the past. At least Cinderella stayed
out till midnight, where as I'm in bed by 10:00. No glass slippers around here
- just good orthopaedic footwear!
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