15th Aug 2011 / 3rd Nov 2011
2 days that will stay in my mind for life,
The first date is now some what just a memory (I know that will be lost soon as my memory deteriates)
It was a Monday I was due to pick my daughter Lauren and my nice Dominique up from Edinburgh Airport later that day, its funny how events can a do change our life.
Had a bad Sunday woke up shaking stuttering and can only describe I was having a fit, Laraine ( my Wife) was non to happy by the way I looked so phoned NHS 24 ( what a waste of space they are) any way , after about an hr of interrogation Laraine was told to take me to Easterhouse medical centre to see a doctor, so the journey begins, trying to get me up showered and dressed was a challenge in its self, some time later I stagger to the car with the help of Laraine , arrived at the medical centre and was ushered to a consultation room to wait to see the DR , hyperventilating and shaking uncontrollably , a nurse came in to see if I was ok, I started to fit and he legged it to get the doc, after about 20 mins and 6 mg of valium I started to calm a bit , doc asked me a lot of questions and as I was under the care of the shrinks at kirkintilloch( a story I will tell later) it was suggested that we go to Parkhead hospital a psychiatric hospital not far from esterhouse, when we arrived we sat at the reception for what seamed like hrs , we were then told to get up to Kirkintilloch Medical centre where I would be seen by 2 psychiatric nurses.
Boy did I not like them , so patronising and condescending , again was told by these two fat gits that it was all in my head and to calm down and I would be ok , I protested as best I could and they agreed to me seeing a psychiatrist , shunted up to Stobhill hospital ( now this all started around9am in the morning , its 4 pm before I was seen ) the shrink again said it was stress related and to calm down, more valium was dispensed and was sent home , with the crisis team coming to see me on Monday,
Never seen them on the Monday i ended back in hospital this time i had tried to end it scooped a shit load of drugs and washed them down with beer, never told anyone thinking that i would not wake up , imagine Monday morning and fuck it i was still here , couldn’t even top my self , what a dick a useless piece of crap, any way , spiralling down ward to oblivion , i ended back in hospital , was admitted to the Stroke ward in Glasgow royal , after a week i was examined my a professor Stott who specialise in Parkinson’s after a few hrs he said , i have good news and bad news for you , ok big man give me the good news first i said, well you have not had a stroke , ok, you have Parkinson’s and there is no cure , the blood just seamed to drain from my body , i was thinking , how long do i have ( my Father Died of altzimers in 2006 , and i thought that i would end the same)
It all began on 3rd Nov 2011 when at the age of 52 I was diagnosed with Parkinson's...Faced with a diagnosis of a chronic condition, which while thankfully was not fatal was still uncertain and terrifying. As I sat in the chair listening to the diagnosis feeling like I was adrift, denial springing to the surface …. Not me I still want to do so many more things, what am I to do?
Then i found you all on this site and a new life began.
My story so far