My name is William and I was diagnosed with PD in 2012 at the age of 47.
One Day is a voyage of personal experience through PD, penned to increase awareness and an attempt to describe how PD impacts both mentally and physically on the patient.
One Day
by William Stafford
One day you wake up feeling dizzy from a heavy night before
The next you’re finger’s shaking stuff’s dropping on the floor.
One day you’re being treated for what’s essential tremor
The next you’re told its Parkinson’s and you won’t be getting better.
One day you are invincible and in the peak of health
The next you truly realise that this indeed was wealth.
One day you’re in the prime of life and planning for the future
The next your world is shot to hell your plans now down the sewer.
One day you rise up with the sun and always on the go
The next you stumble out of bed, and everything is slow.
One day you’re doing everything so strong and independent
The next relying on your spouse and being their dependent.
One day you help around the home and do your fair share.
The next your partner feels aggrieved that they’ve now become your carer.
One day you’re taking remedies for coughs, colds and flus.
The next it’s pills for breakfast and lunch and dinner too.
One day you are the popular one that people want to meet.
The next the poor patient as they gossip in the street.
One day your phone is ringing texts flying to and fro
The next a deafening silence…………as no one wants to know.
One day your friends will stop you and ask you how you are?
The next you’re like a leper being avoided from afar.
One day you are the joker that makes them laugh out loud
The next you’re in the darkness your head stuck in a cloud.
One day you’re really active down the gym and on your bike.
The next you battle with fatigue and limbs that feel lead-like.
One day you jump up from your chair and walk around with ease
The next you can’t get through the door as your body starts to freeze.
One day you’re thinking clearly and focused on the job
The next your thoughts are clouded by drug induced brain fog.
One day your work is envied, and you’re patted on the back
The next your being criticised accused of being slack.
One day you are the vocal one the speaker, the addresser
The next you’re being quiet can’t string two words together.
One day you’re doing crosswords puzzles and sudoku
The next you can’t remember names of the folks that you bump into.
One day you go out on the town can easily hold your own
The next you have one glass of wine and must call a cab for home.
One day you are an extrovert the party’s life and soul
The next you are the sober one always the first to go!
One day you jump into the car go where you want to go
The next your licence been revoked, and driving is a no.
One day you travel on your own without a second thought
The next you’re anxious and afraid in case you’ll have an “off”.
One day you’re unassuming, not even worth a mention
The next accused of being drunk and drawing folk’s attention.
One day you sleep right through the night not waking up till dawn.
The next plagued by insomnia and all you do is yawn!
One day you are a confidant, the family power line
The next they’re forced to watch you fail and fall into decline.
One day this is degenerative and can only go one way
The next they’ll make a breakthrough and this nightmare goes away!