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.

Friday, December 18, 2015

Too Little Medication

Too much medication can produce some nasty side effects, but not enough medication and the results can be equally disturbing. I’ve never been one to take unnecessary medication, and generally veer on the side of trying to take as little as possible. However there are times when there is no choice and I have to accept the fact, that as Parkinson’s disease progresses, medications, dosage and timings have to be altered accordingly.

I can be pretty obstinate at times and was determined not to increase medications,  trying all other methods to improve my situation. My quality of life had reached an all-time low and so I finally relented. My wonderful patient neurologist waited for me to recognise and come around to the realisation that I needed to take more medication.

I eventually succumbed and despite not being happy that I require so many pills each day, I could quickly feel an improvement from the new regime. If like me you are reticent to take more medication, don’t be stubborn, for anything that increases quality of life – has to be worth a try.

As Parkinson’s disease progresses, and for every person, it is a slightly different route for no two patients are the same, one’s world constantly changes. Nothing remains the same and I find myself making changes and adapting to new situations as they arise. My family and friends must think I’ve dropped off the face of the earth, for what might be perceived as lack of thought, unsocial behaviour or lack of manners on my part, is merely the result of living with chronic disease. I apologise for my tardiness and hope they realise my lack of contact bears no relevance to my feelings towards them.

And so ends another week. As I sit here with my morning coffee, looking out of the window at the rain gently washing away any traces of dust from the garden, I wish you all a good weekend. 

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