Thank God it's Friday
What do you mean it's not Friday? Are you f'ing kidding me? It's been one of those weeks!!
The reason I started this Blog was because it gave me a forum to vent my frustrations at living with Parkinson's Disease. I try to keep it light and humorous because who would want to read something that was depressing 100% of the time. Hell, I wouldn't want to write that, either.
But as you can tell by my opening statement, this hasn't been one of my better weeks.
There seems to be about a 1000 symptoms of Parkinson's. Obviously, not all of us have the same ones. The one that is most associated with PD is hand tremors. However, 30% of PD patients don't have that. I was in that 30%. Keyword is WAS. Now it's not so bad but it's becoming more obvious. And that's how this week started with some handshaking while carrying coffee across a room. It led me to having to explain about my problem to someone I wasn't ready to talk to about it. All in all, not horrendous but then it's only Sunday.
Let's move on to Monday. You may remember about a month ago, I was in search of a new neurologist. It sent me on an all day visit to the west side of Chicago. Monday, I called the hospital helpline to see where I was on the waiting list. They had set an appointment for me. The date...October 10. At least it's in 2013. I called the hospital, went through the process of being switched to three different departments, finally found the right person and basically got down on my knees and begged for something sooner. It actually worked. They found a spot for me in early August. I'm ok with that but it really wears you out having to do those things.
It's time for Tuesday. Before my original neurologist stroked out, I had mentioned to him that I was writing a Blog and that it helped me feel better. He countered with if writing helps, maybe talking with someone on a regular basis would also help. Pretty smart guy and he recommended a therapist. I took him up on it and started weekly sessions on Tuesdays. It really did help and I actually looked forward to talking with her. Again with the past tense...my therapist quit. She's moving somewhere out west. I guess I can start over again with a new one but it's just another frustration.
Wednesday was pretty uneventful. But that got us to Thursday. I haven't slept well the last two nights. Up at 4 am. Unable to get back to sleep easily. This morning I finally got out of bed and was feeling bad. Hands weren't steady, balance off, etc. I decided I was going to go get some tea and a muffin, read and relax. I go to a place that's a train and bus ride away..takes about 15 minutes. Nice morning. Felt better and was heading home. Got about 3/4 of the way home and noticed my backpack was gone. Did I leave it on the bus? Did I leave it on the train? I just retraced my route hoping I left it somewhere. Finally back at the coffeehouse and it was in the same spot that I left it...PHEW!!
Now here's where it gets interesting.....I get the backpack and start to head home AGAIN!! I'm not happy. All the little problems have got me wired again and I'm really aggravated. I get on the bus and look over at the handicapped section. Man in a wheelchair, two blind women and another man with crutches. I've said it here before and it hit me again...there's always people that have it worse.
I left the bus with a little better attitude, feeling a little better about things and heading off to catch the train. About three stops into the ride I noticed something. I WAS ON THE WRONG TRAIN!!!! Two different trains come to that stop. I needed a brown train. I got on a purple train. The purple line goes to Evanston...NON STOP!!
Tomorrow is Friday. Can't wait to see what this brings. To quote Roseanne Rosanadana "It's always something".