There isn't a day that goes by that I dont have a funny experience due to my Parkinson's Disease-
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I shared with you the cookie episode, when my husband left town for a few days and I decided to bake him his favorite chocolate chip cookies. I only had a hand mixer with one beater and one metal bowl. I placed my bowl on the granite counter top and added the flour to the mix. When I turned on the mixer I started to tremor. WEll the bowl took off across the counter top as the flour flew out of it covering the kitchen cabinets and floor. I had to steer the bowl to an electrical outlet to stop the tragedy. The recipe was supposed to produce three dozen cookies from the batter but all that remained was enough for two cookies! My husband came home and didn't believe I had made those two cookies unitl he saw the kitchen. We are still cleaning sticky batter off the cabinets six months later.
Another episode of 'Koko and PD' is what happens to me quite often in resturants. I cross my legs and my shoe hangs on my big toe and swings back and forth as I do my PD moves. I am sitting at a booth or a table when a tremor hits and my shoe flys accross the room from my table and hits another coustomer across the way. So embarracing! BUt I must say it is a good way, to meet people.
I have to warn my friends who go out to eat with me that there is a strong possibilty they will be hit with some food during our time together. It seems that once I struggle getting food on my fork my body wants to celebrate by my hand flinging upward and outward. The person on my right often leaves with a lot of sauce on their shirt.
Cutitng my food is also an hysterical event. I often find the piece that has been cut slides across my plate into the lap of the person across the table from me.
I have had to ask for a straw to drink a glass of wine that has been brought to me filled to the brim. I couldn't lift it to my lips without losing the majority of it. I get funny looks from waiters who I guess don't get many people asking for a straw with their wine.
Then in the public ladies room when I need to dry my hands, they have one of those paper towel dispensers that you need to wave at to get a small piece of paper. I get really funny looks as I am dancing in front of this machine doing what I call my Michael J Fox trot.to get some paper out of the thing. I frighten the woman in there quite a bit.
God bless my friends who continute to go out with me.
And so it goes...
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