Clickety Click 66

Another Birthday now I’m 66, which means I have been doing this blog for over three years. Who would have thought when I first sat at this computer and tried to get down on paper what was happening to me I would still be doing it now.

I have to ask myself if I have managed to do what I set out to do. I know from some incredible feedback that some people have not only enjoyed what I have written but it has also helped them in their own fight with Parky.

Parky has enabled me, turned my world upside down. I find I don’t suffer fools gladly why should I get involved with anyone who will stress me out. Maybe I use him from time to time so as to get my own way, I hope not too often.

I so enjoyed my dancing last week which was an unexpected bonus. Not sure if it was lack of stress, pills, or just bloody mindlessness. I do realize that the next time I try it may all go belly up but I will have to risk it.

I am so fortunate to have family and friends who are also coping with Parky; he is not the best of company especially when I do things that encourage him. Like forget pills or have more than one drink.

I would like to thank the people who have got in touch with me for doing just that. I sit at my computer like I have done from the beginning and prattle on in isolation its really nice to know that I am not in fact isolated at all.

So have I succeeded, my life is online in black and white and even I am amazed at what I have managed to do. From the highs of China and Peru, to the lows of Ratty and Requip, it’s all there.

YES DANCED ALL NIGHT

I am laid in bed winding down after an evening of good food, good company, an excellent show then best of all I spent the rest of the evening Dancing. I don't give a damn if Parky gets his own back in the morning he can' take this evening away from me. I don't remember the last time I managed to dance for as long, so as you can gather I am on a high.
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Moving the Wrong Things

I think I must have an unknown visitor who comes to my bungalow and hides my things. The times I search for something that I have just put down seems to becoming much to regular.

Now if I could find the person who hides my things I would be extremely happy, the tickets for the concert I went to tonight were only found at the last minute. I knew they were in a safe spot but I’m sure that where I found them was much safer than I would think off.

The Christmas presents that I hid when my daughter came round seemed to have disappeared into thin air, I went through every room not once but several times. Then walking into my bedroom I looked at the shelves in there BINGO I found them.

I am convinced that all this recycling is making me into a hoarder; I can put my paper and tins out take glass to the bottle bank then any clothes to the charity shop but what do I do with things that don’t fit into these categories.

That old doorbell or the wax from old candles, then there are jars of lotions and makeup that’s out of date. If I empty them to recycle the containers what do I do with the contents? Gizmos with batteries that show the sign that means don’t put me in a wheelie bin.

It would be great if the person that moves things around the place moved things I don’t want instead of the things I do want.