I find myself weakening in this fight. My meds aren't working as well as I want them to. I'm 15 years into this disease and it's getting old..just like me, 62 years of age and the PD makes me feel 100. On days, I get maybe 4 hrs, sometime 2. Off days, I hold down my recliner and surf the web, lotz.
My uncle rototilled me a garden area to plant veggies. Everyone is grumbling because they might have to help me weed it but I plan on becoming one with the garden if I have to crawl around in it. I have to do something or give in to this disease. Let them feel embarassed when people see me becoming one with the dirt. I never ask for help...ever!
I'm angry because it's bad enough to not be able to do things and nlow I have people trying to get in my way too!!! I wish they could understand and just get out of my way to live my life the best I can.
Obviously, I'm having a bad day!