Recently I noticed that my drivers license was about to expire. Somehow the DMV had lost track of me and I needed to get over there and renew it quickly. It was the usual routine: stand in line, explain, get a number, sit and keep an eye on the number thing hanging from the ceiling so you don't miss your turn, go to another window, get more information, fill out forms, wonder who the hell all these strange people are and do they really live in my area
Finally get to the last window pay the money and hope my meds aren't about to cut out on me. Then get sent to the line to have my picture taken for my new license. Here is where it got interesting because when I went to have my picture taken I couldn't smile. I was determined to smile because I usually look so grim in my license picture and I thought I would change it up for once, but my face no longer worked. The muscles are gone on strike from all the stress and in my picture I simply look like I'm grimacing. I found this fascinating and started noticing that in my other pictures with family where I'm smiling that my smile has changed. I no longer have my big smile and my smile is also lopsided. So there you go oh, another notch in the PD belt. I am so grateful that I am 66 years old. That my kids are grown, that I get Social Security, and I don't have a mortgage. I can find these things amusing and interesting, but my heart goes out to the younger people with PD. I certainly would not have found it amusing or interesting were I younger and in a different situation.