I don't let people come upstairs any more since my Parkinson has progressed.It is a mess up there. Clothes are hanging dipsy- doodle on the hangers, dirty clothes in one pile and hard to hang clothes in another. I have come to the conclusion that a person with Parkinson makes the mess worse by trying to get the house in order.
Case in point: I have a drawer full of zip lock bags of various sizes. I see one has fallen on the floor. I bend over to pick it up and bump my head on the drawer which sets my shaking into high gear. My hand that was reaching for the bags now throws them out and about,
and instead of having one bag on the floor I have four bags all around the kitchen.
So I proceed to the bathroom. I will scrub the area. I take my little pail of detergent and water and dip my rag into the liquid. I begin to wipe away the dirt on the floor.I reach out and turn around to rinse out the rag and my flying arms hit the little pail and spills it all over.
Evening comes and I volunteer to dry the dishes, We are moving in a perfect rhythm when I grabbed one of Great Grandma Johnson's fine dishes and immediately let it go crashing to the tile floor.
You can imagine what happens when I try to pour orange juice in the morning. I do manage to get some into a glass but most of it decorates the table with a soft yellow glow.
And Cheerios ! Oh MY grandson left a month ago and I am still finding those little circles all around the kitchen, one jerk and away they go.
So I have decided that the efforts I put forth compound the messy situations and I therefore retire from the cleaning profession.
We were guests for dinner at a friends house and I stood at the sink to be the chief washer.Panic was on everyone's face. What will happen to the good dishes?
I was asked to light the candles on the table and was suddenly was stopped by the hostess
We are on a different mission now with PD and it doesn't include knives, matches,fine dishes.or buckets.
Come to think of it....this just might be a blessing!