There's a riddle that goes:
I Can Run But Not Walk, Have A Mouth But Can’t Talk, And A Bed, But I Do Not Sleep.
For some of us that neatly captures a bit of the hourly impact Parkinson's has on us.
I can roar, whisper and possibly even sing but not have a fluent conversation
I can be rapid in movement but cannot climb without assistance.
I can freeze and be locked but be a source of fun and danger at the same time.
I can appear shallow but have hidden depths
I've run my river analogy dry now.
My tremors force tired eyes into closing but I rarely rest more than an hour at a time.
This post was inspired by the way that my walk with my wife and grand daughter was a series of slow shuffles in between 10 second proper runs to catch up.
Why can I not do little things only to appear perfectly fit a second later doing the large stuff. It's almost embarrassing and no wonder that Parkinson's is so misunderstood.