My super-friendly neighborhood bar that was once the province of baby boom bohemians has been taken over by hearty young millenials in their ubiquitous plaid shirts.
Which leads me to ask: What do you do? Where do you go? Who do you go there with? All of a sudden I feel like I'm in my own orbit, floating in space. People no longer mention events or activities or invite me out the way they used to not so very long ago. I definitely get that people care, and I appreciate their sympathy and support. But sheesh! I'm bigger than my disease!
I know eventually my ability to get out and around will be much more limited than it is today. Already, I can't drive very far without getting horrendous pains in my tremor-afflicted arm and rotator cuff. But there is still much that I can do -- primarily, interacting with other people.