Wrong place - wrong time

Have you ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? On occasion I have been invited to a function, and with little enthusiasm to attend, bound by common courtesy and out of politeness I end up going regardless of the little voice in my head telling me "this is not a good idea". Of course once I have arrived, that little voice takes great pleasure in saying "I told you so". At any event, it would be considered rude to leave too soon, so I wait for the earliest respectable time to vamoose out of there, where I can escape and return to the sanctuary of my home, where tranquillity, peace and calm reign.

Being in noisy surroundings, loud grating voices or music that is so deafening, I can literally feel the base vibrating through my body, these are extremely unpleasant conditions and within a short time, I can feel quite unwell. Trying to follow various conversations simultaneously around a dinner party becomes very difficult. Even when I dare to open my mouth or voice my opinion, I struggle to be heard, for my voice fails me at times, particularly in the evenings or if I am tired. Some husbands might see this as a huge plus, that finally their wife, who normally chatters away endlessly suddenly is silenced by Parkinson's, but it is in fact a sad and very blatant reminder of how this degenerative sorcerer casts its evil magic over an unwilling participant. I'm sure anyone with Parkinson's can relate and understand what I am describing, but it's difficult for others to fully appreciate how this disease literally changes every aspect of one's life.

If you don't have Parkinson's; consider yourself very very lucky!

This week's article in The Huffington Post is about a topic that most don't want to talk about, yet it is a common issue and one that needs addressing. Here is the link if you'd like to read "Parkinson's Problems We Don't Talk About".