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, October 2, 2013

Three's a crowd

My husband and I were quite content until Parkinson's decided to join us. Two's company, but three's a crowd, and Parkinson's, like a third wheel, just doesn't get the hint and move on. Once I was as fast as grease lightning and a master of multi tasking, capably handling the role of wife and mother also working a full time job 9-5. How times have changed from once stepping through each day at a fast pace of a fox trot or rumba, now days it's more of a slow dance, as I cling to my husband, in an embrace, hoping not to stumble and fall.
I was preparing dinner, which once I would have done as quick as a flash, but now this mundane chore entails much time and energy. I had put onions on the stove to sauté and suddenly thinking of something to write I went to my laptop. After a minute or two, I became engrossed in writing, and a while later returning to the stove I found I had burnt the onions! I was so annoyed at myself I thought I would take a break and called a girlfriend, who after telling me of the various things she had burnt in the past, made me feel better, and she gave me strict instructions to take a break, go make myself a cup of coffee and put my feet up.

After taking her sound advice, I sat admiring the garden whilst finishing my coffee and wondering how many inches a day the tiny but very healthy and determined wisteria plant could grow. Refreshed, I started over preparing dinner, and believe it or not, I was distracted yet again and ended up burning the onions a second time! By now, highly irritated by my lack of concentration I was beginning to see the virtues of "take-away" food, but determined to serve my family a home cooked meal, I threw away the second lot of burnt offerings, and started from fresh once more. Well third time lucky they say, and fortunately I managed to stay put next to the stove, and watch carefully as the crisp white onions turned to a perfect golden colour. Parkinson's doesn't allow me to multi task any-more, and with no sense of smell I have no hint that something is burning. In future I will endeavour  to concentrate on doing one job at a time, and not to leave anything cooking on the stove unattended.

1 comment:

  1. Nice one! I'm a little interested as to what was made for dinner....