Bottoms up! Or more accurately, bottoms down! To the tune of the Hokey Pokey or the ditty of your choice You slide your right foot out And you start to spin around Before you know it, Your butt has hit the ground Aaaargh you scream Parky! out of my space I can walk just fine …
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Bottoms up! Or more accurately, bottoms down! To the tune of the Hokey Pokey or the ditty of your choice You slide your right foot out And you start to spin around Before you know it, Your butt has hit the ground Aaaargh you scream Parky! out of my space I can walk just fine …
Continue reading Doing the Parkinson’s shuffle or If I fell…
“What in the world are you talking about?” is, from my cozy Massachusetts redoubt, what I hear all of you calling to me. Well, it's not that cozy, as Marie Kondo will tell us, but I am holed up here due to a busted hip on top of the discomfort precipitated by Parkinson’s. Even if …
Continue reading A Phalanx of Flovents PLUS…Marie Kondo pays a visit
I recently chatted for the first time in a while with a friend, Marnie, who moved to Europe many years ago. Her husband was recently diagnosed with Parkinson’s. In my effort to get my story out there (with jokes), I realized I’ve overlooked a big piece of the Parkinson’s picture: the caregivers. These valiant souls …
