Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I'm not now, nor have I ever been a morning person. Here are a some of the clues that tell me that I'm up before I actually wake up:
I poured beer into my coffee. A mistake, but perhaps an unconscious indicator of attitude.
I garnished my son's baloney sandwich with chocolate syrup instead of mayonnaise. He was kind enough to point this out before I finished.
Instead of sprinkling salt on the eggs, I methodically removed the cap from the salt shaker and poured all the salt in, then stood there staring at the pile of salt in the bowl, wondering why I did that.
This one has happened multiple times: I made the coffee without putting coffee in. My husband gently brought this to my attention. Sheesh! Next thing you know, he'll want food in his dinner.
There are other examples; new ones every day, in fact. Maybe all this PD stuff is actually lack of sleep.
Well, I guess I'd better go make the coffee. I think I'll put coffee in it this time.
Friday, July 23, 2010
It's amazing to me how much the PD symptoms are amplified by stress, either physical or emotional. I can barely type right now; the muscles in my arms, wrists and hands are so rigid. Maybe it's not that way for everyone, though. Lord knows, this disease works differently for every patient.
There's been a lot of interesting Parkinson's developments in the news recently; genetic treatments, laser treatments, studies about possible causes. It's hard for me to get too excited about any of it right now. Give me a cure, then we'll talk.
I find it interesting that at least one study is linking Parkinson's to vitamin D deficiency. I was diagnosed as vitamin D deficient in May. Oral supplements have fixed that, though. I have also been deficient in vitamin B12 and iron on some occasions, and have had higher iron levels than normal on others. This is a bit of a concern for me, as I carry not one, but TWO copies of one of the milder genes for hemachromatosis (iron overload).
I know that in order to find a cure, we need to find a cause, but sometimes it's frustrating just to be handed pieces of the puzzle, when there are no edge pieces and they're all the same color.
Know what I mean?
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Just a Dog
He’s just a dog, some people say.
Why cry because he’s passed away?
He has no soul, no human spark,
No gift of speech, just a growl and bark.
But when we’re sick or simply sad,
Who worries that we’re feeling bad?
It’s Just-a-dog with big brown eyes,
Who tries to help when someone cries.
And who can always make us smile,
Though sometimes it can take a while?
It’s Just-a-dog who wants to play,
He can always chase our cares away.
Now that Just-a-dog is gone,
Our world somehow just seems wrong,
I’m Just-a-person now again,
Because Just-a-dog was our best friend.
- I'm a lucky lady. I have a wonderful husband of 27 years, a fantastic 25 year old son (I'm so proud of him!) a loving and supportive family, the best friends in the world, a job that I love, and... Parkinson's Disease. I was diagnosed in September 2006. That was a jolt, but I'm learning to deal with it.