Or so you’d believe if you read, well, pretty much anything. Coincidentally, I’d already decided on today’s topic; I just had to write it. I scrolled on over to my mail, clicked on the icon, and voila! My mail opened on this, from my friend and fellow Parky blogger (and so much more) Sharon Krischer, …
Tag: Sleep
Parky dreams…occasionally sweet, always interesting
Sweet dreams I have a couple of friends with whom I chat in the early morning hours, usually between 7:00 and 8:00. And I haven’t turned into my mother. Oh no, it’s way less predictable than that. I’ve turned into my grandmother. I guess the “start-the-day with-a-rambling-conversation” gene skips a generation. Here’s a nearly verbatim …
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To sleep, perchance to dream….
Parkinson’s dreams. As in the ones we Parkinsonians act out. Like when I dreamt I was playing basketball, and found myself standing on my bed and leaping onto the floor as I reached for the ball. Or the one where I was again standing on my bed and diving into the swimming pool in my …
