Well hasn’t it been a long time since I’ve posted on here. A lot of water has passed under the bridge since then.
So where do I start? Meds are working OK. No more psychologist for travel anxiety, still don’t like getting in cars though. Litigation still not completed.
Now the good stuff. Even though I can’t really sing all that well, I’ve joined a couple of singing groups. No, we’re not thinking of going on X factor or Britons got talent. It was recommended by a speech and language therapist. It’s to help with vocal issues, talking quietly, and swallowing problems. Stuff going down the wrong hole. Works as well.
Went to Cardiff to see my daughter and hooked up with a couple of PD groups there. Looking forward to going back soon. Signed up for a couple of trials, going to do a PD walk in Cardiff in September. Feel great, think that might be my PMA, Positive Mental Attitude. Or it could be the CBD oil capsules I am now taking. Don’t want to go on too much, but thought I would share this with you all.
It won’t get the better of me
This thing they call Parky
I still have a life
With my beautiful wife
I still have things to do and see.
Old Parky has slowed me down
But I’ll not be wearing a frown
I can’t walk very fast
Nearly always coming in last
No one said ‘twas a race into town.
I used to love doing DIY
Also cooking and baking a pie
But parky has stopped that
I can’t even brush a mat
But can still poke Parky in the eye.
Inside I still feel the same
But old Parky will not play the game
So now I’m changing the rules
I’m picking up and using other tools
It’s my life is the name of the game.
Diagnosed with Parkinson’s one day
So that’s why my arm shakes, okay
With a stiff upper lip
I said get a grip
Parkinson’s is going to pay.
What new tools do I have in my pocket?
Not a hammer or spanner or socket
I use crutches to walk
Singing groups to talk
For my brain, puzzles help to unlock it.
I sign up to take part in trials
And join events to walk many miles
I do what I am able
So I can sit at the table
And tell Parky you won’t take our smiles.
With the help of my new chums
Brothers, sisters, dads, and mums
We will all unite
In this long hard fight
And show Parky, we’re banging the drums.
It won’t get the better of me.
This thing they call Parky
I’ll sing, walk and shout
Until I’m worn out
But I won’t let Parkinson’s get the better of me.
Sorry its a bit long, hope you haven’t fallen asleep. zzzz