My World of Parkinsonian Delights

Frustration — Plain and Simple

Here’s how my day has been — so far.

Is “frustration” a symptom of Parkinson’s disease?

I don’t know if it’s fair to call it “constipation” since I “make bigs” nearly every morning, regular as clockwork.  And when I say “bigs,” I mean “BIGS“.  And therein lies the problem.  One is reminded of the Daniel Day Lewis movie….

Then there was the two hour telephone call — another meeting about bringing the “call center” functions in-house.  When I spoke in sentences of three or fewer words, I did OK.  But when I tried conceptualizing that we’re not being asked to do anything that will be impossible to do, I stammered, I stuttered, I strung out words, I struggled to FIND words, I sounded like a spaz.

Then Gail and I went to the grocery store.  On our way out to the car, I caught a flash of white out of the corner of my right eye that looked just like a little bunny running away.  I turned to look, and it was a small piece of paper on the road.  But even now, I can remember seeing its grey fur and it hopping away.

When we got to the store, I tried to do everything my physical therapists said to do.  Stand up straight.  Take “big boy” steps.  Swing my arms.  Not only did it wear me out, but I kept digging my toes into the floor because of foot drop.  I almost tripped a couple times, and once I froze and festinated.  (Took several tiny steps to regain my center of gravity.)

Now I’m home.  Gail is asleep on the couch.  And I’m frustrated as hell.

So what else is new?

Meh…

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