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 …
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Teeny Tiny Triumphs
You may have noticed that I find alliteration appealing. Too true! But the bigger news is I COOKED TWO MEALS yesterday. As in preheated the oven, chopped some broccoli and cauliflower (but bought precut onions - I'm not that ambitious) and made a sweet potato soup (so-so) and a dish with the aforementioned vegetables that …
French dressing and other news
First, I promised a report on my experiment in which the subject - that would be moi- departs her home under a cloud of circumstantial stress, which, she hypothesizes, plays a significant role in the activation of her Parkinson’s symptoms. Which is to say, the day before I left for vacation in France, you could …
But you look so good.
That’s the second most frequent comment I hear after my revelation that I have Parkinson’s, the first being “I’m so sorry to hear that.” And it’s true, I appear to be just fine. My gait looks fairly normal, sprightly even, though I occasionally veer off into a wall. I manage to keep up with my …
Update from your (mostly) faithful correspondent at
Moving and Shaking Hello friends and followers, I haven’t thrown in the laptop on the blog, which honestly is one of the most satisfying activities in my life right now, along with helping to plan my - how could it be - fiftieth college reunion. But the weekly post has become a bit too high …
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(Meh)ditation and me or…I hate yoga
Apple - check. Ditto, small white handkerchief. The year is 1973, and I'm a newly minted college grad, about to embark on what will turn out to be a lifetime effort to meditate successfully. The apple and hankie we were told to bring with us to the lesson. This will be their last appearance in …
Not a bot
Yep, I'm a real human being, churning out words to amuse myself and maybe even you too. But sometimes I wish In could just turn over this wordsmithing to someone else. Because sometimes I am just too damn tired. Since such a someone else does not exist, I'll do the next best thing. I will …
Cuppency. Gynecup. Guppen. Pencey (surely that’s a word now).
And these, ladies and gents, are some of the daily determinants of my mental acuity. In other words, the New York Times Spelling Bee puzzle. But first, I feel compelled to treat (subject?) you to the last batch of France pictures, specifically of the aptly named Nice and nearby Vence. Promenade des Anglais, the place …
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Cruisin’…..but maybe not
A boat the size of a small town? Nah. Cheeky and/or cheesy entertainment? Nope. Formal attire night? Gag! So no, when I vowed to eschew the cruise for the rest of my days, I wasn’t kidding. I’d stick with the small group hiking/ walking trips which typically numbered between 10 and 20 companions. My favorite …
Paris: Parkinson’s miracle or mystery
When I left for Paris eight days ago I was experiencing tremendous stress, and a good number of Parkinson’s symptoms, by which I mean muscle stiffness, extreme aching from my waist to my ankles, and twitching in my left foot. All of these symptoms were painful and lasted, cumulatively but not consecutively, about 2-4 hours …
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