You can’t beat PD but you can outsmart it. Humor.

My husband let me trim his hair with clippers and scissor comb, tremor and all. Doesn’t look too bad – he is a brave man

I frequently have my medication alarm go and unless my meds are immediately at hand I get diverted on my way to get them.

My brain and my tongue are disconnected. I know what I want to express, but I can’t find the words during a conversation..

A coworker came and said to me ” Could you be any more annoying?” So the next day I wore tap shoes.

I remember how to play every song I ever learned to play on guitar and the lyrics as well..I just forget where my guitar is :-)..music is deep in your brain.

We have to set alarm for every 2 hours which sometimes makes me feel I have little freedom to do other things. Often I forget to take my own med and I am not the one with Parkinson’s!

 I write a lot of post it notes to remind me of things i have to do at a specific time. Then i cant always read what i have written more like scribbled.

 Our wishes go out with you that you can find the magic words that help catapult your love off of the sofa and out on to the pavement for a nice walk and a great chat! 

(These last 4 are excerpts from a blogger’s entries…I ‘follow’ed her, but don’t currently remember her name.)

Many people in the Pacific island of Guam have developed Parkinson’s Disease, due to feasting on flying foxes, a species of bat that can be as big as six feet across. This is because the bats eat cycad seeds which contain a potent neurotoxin ….. Not to worry – I’m not about to start eating them!

Then there are many bat related figures of speech such as “The cat took off like a bat out of hell.” . This isn’t quite how I would describe my speed nowadays.

Or to show no signs of distress even when something bad happens or something shocking is said e.g. Sam didn’t bat an eyelid when the mechanic told him how much the car repairs would cost. This sounds a bit like the Parkinson’s mask.

As we discussed the language barrier I was reminded of an amusing little story from more than thirty years ago. We had some friends who were desperate for children and eventually adopted two children from Sri Lanka. Our friend told his mother and father who lived a long distance away that they had adopted a baby girl just a few weeks old and invited them to come to stay to meet their new granddaughter. Knowing how prejudiced they were he omitted to say where the baby came from. He thought his beautiful new daughter would melt even the hardest heart and he was absolutely right. Cradling the infant lovingly his misty eyed mother said “She’s so perfect and lovely but whatever will you do when she starts to talk? You won’t understand a word she says!”