This past weekend my girlfriend came and picked me up to go to her house. I realize it is not that easy for her to do. The back issues from sitting in the car, the over-bearing heat of this past couple of days, gas and miles on the car. She is pretty terrific to do that.
When I arrived home yesterday, Sunday, I was tired; but then again, when am I not tired anymore. I pretty much rested on my bed and watched TV except for potty breaks and fixing a bite to eat for supper.
This morning it was back to work. I woke up feeling the best I had felt in over a week. Bubbly, outlook was great. I was very thankful. When I arrived at work, I had no problem opening the heavy, outer door. A lot of times I tug and tug, because the Parkinson’s causes me to be so weak.
Today, I thrust it open and walked in with a smile. I was great until about lunch time. Suddenly the tiredness trickled back in. I began getting the electric shocks in my right fingers again. When I get those, they remain for hours, so even though I am home now, my finger feels like someone bashed it.
I didn’t really have any tremors today; which was nice. When I got up out of my seat to come home, I strained a little. Lately when I start to rise, I look like a yo-yo, where the owner can’t make up his mind to let the string down or pull it up. I can bounce up and down a couple of times before my legs finally hold me up steady. I get terribly embarrassed although I realize I can’t help it.
Although the physical work is not difficult, there is something about the job that stirs my Parkinson’s up. I don’t know what is causing it, but I wish I didn’t work, and I wish I could rest when I feel the need to rest. At this point, rest is the best medicine I have been able to get a hold of.
I pray tomorrow is different; I will be optimistic, but I won’t fool myself because I am quickly learning; Parkinson’s has a mind of its own.