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