Yesterday was one of my worst days yet. My background is 47, been diagnosed for 3 years now with Parkinsism with Gait Freezing. MDS thinks I might have PSP but I don't own that one. This is fun enough.
Anyways, I am usually able to control the monster in me from showing his ugly side. When I sit and am relaxed, the monster is held in check by the fistful of pills I take daily and I can read or watch tv or what have you like I was normal. When I have to get around, I use my walker that has a laser on it to help me from freezing while walking and the doorway thing, those who freeze get me. Now I will shake and bob a little more as I get around but I really try to concentrate on NOT doing so as to look ok to the wife and friends. I takes a lot for me to do so at times I tell you but I just hate how they look at me. " Are you OK?". What a question?? I am like, do I laugh or do I scream? Do I have to walk around with leaflets about information on Parkinson's? I mean my wife sees me every day, why are you asking me why I are arms and head moving funny? My mom comes to see me every weekend or so and acts like I am going to die or something. I tell her it is what it is and I am going to outlive her so just relax. And so I try so HARD to make the monster behave.
But yesterday, WOOOOOOOO. I could not stay in my skin. Thought I was in a Steven King novel. Just could not get ahold of the beast. I have a recumbent trike I ride so I can't fall off and went riding to exercise and help feel normal. Funny how I can't walk without freezing but can peddle that trike. Anyway, didn't work. Got home. Body got stiff, then shaking. Then dogs barking, then people coming over to visit. Then AHHHHHHH. I just felt like I was going to come out of my skin. Sat down for awhile and just relaxed but the Beast was out showing his face. Maybe to much meds, not enough, maybe I need Oprah.
Visitors are over and was trying my best to hold it together. You know, let's just do are deal here and not have me be a distraction. I just hate that so much. Everyone talking and laughing having a good ole time and someone has to say it, " Wayne, are you doing ok? Is our being here to much for you?" But all was cool. They left after awhile and I was still alive. But went to the kitchen and all hell broke loose in front of the wife and was just uncontrolable with the head and arms movements. Finally told her about how I can control myself most of time but not today. She says I need not in front of her but she still does not grasp that when these things happen I am not having a stroke or heart attack and don't need 911. It is what it is. She has read about this stuff. Not uneducated.
What to do what to do? 47! 30 more years of this stuff, more maybe less, how do we get our minds around this. I got my faith around it. How do I get the mind around it? This stuff really messes with your head, at least my head.
Where is Oprah when I need her?
Wayne