Wii Again

For the first time in a while I have been on the Wii, my 6 year old grandson is having a sleepover so we decided to have a go.

The last time we had a go at ski jumping he was losing his temper because he spent more time as a snow ball than managing to jump.

Tonight much to his delight he managed every jump and I was the snowball, he very patiently explained to me what I had to do and told me not to lose my temper which I thought was rich coming from him.

I have inflated the airbed in the room and he is camping out or should I say in. He should have lots of room to move about as it is king size, he has taken over my D.S. so no playing cards in bed for me. I better get an early night as I think there is a challenge on in the morning.

It’s a good job he likes porridge for his breakfast it will at least give my pills to kick in before the duel begins.

I do think it is quite wonderful that a six year old boy and his sixty three year old granny can get so much pleasure playing together on the Wii.

So wish me luck, I was going to say I will try my best not to win everything but that maybe a thing of the past. Isn’t it amazing how fast a child develops and also how they take you at face value, I don’t think he sees Parky, I am just his Nanny.

Let Me Dance

I have been reading a lot of tweets on twitter, look at me I have got all the jargon.

Dopadoc has been writing about my second favourite thing dancing, the first of course is chocolate.

Well back to dancing I am hitting the dance floor this evening, though I hope not literally, as I am going out to a dinner dance. I am so looking forward to it.

This time it is posh frocks so I have this amazing little number in red and black, I bought it at this exclusive little shop I know. I think it’s called SENCE.

You have to just catch it right, when there have been some upmarket donations.

I have been to the hair dressers and look quite good for a grey haired old granny. I think the next thing is to soak in the bath with nice smelling things left over from Christmas. Who says I don’t use them?

My shoes have been sprayed inside with something to stretch them so that I can carry on dancing as long as there is music.

I am now off for a pill better keep Parky out of the way, don’t want him to ruin a perfectly good night out

Addiction by Medication

I have very reluctantly admitted to our Parkinson Support worker that I think the drugs I am on are behind my way of life.

She has given me a copy of Drug treatment for Parkinson’s which is provided by Parkinson’s U.K. I now know that my suspicions are correct.

I can as anyone who has read my blogs knows shop for Brittan, I may disguise it by bargain hunting but the compulsion is there never the less.

I have stayed up all night playing games on the computer. I have been caught out by my daughter who spoke to me on yahoo messenger, I didn’t think she would notice as she was travelling and in another time zone, but of course she cottoned on that I wasn’t up early but up late.

I will not divulge my personal relations as both my daughters read this and as one of them would say MUM THAT IS TOO MUCH INFORMATION.

But what do you do, for the first time since I was diagnosed I seem to be doing really well, I no longer have the stress I had when my poor dad was so ill. I am trying to step back from rushing round to my Mums and letting others take over.

Do I admit to the Neurologist that I am worried about my addictions and risk the upset that comes when medication is altered?

I have always had the problem of sickness when my medication is changed so I’m very reluctant to go down that line

I am truly devastated that my wonderful Parkinson’s nurse retired and I don’t have the close affinity with any other professional that I had with her. I could and did talk to her about anything.

I am open to any suggestions that will make my worries less.

Early Morning Nonsense

Well its early hours of the morning and I am doing what most of Parky’s Mates do sitting at my computer with all sorts of nonsense going round in my head.

Thanks to Paula Page on twitter I have Morecambe and Wise tunes going round in my head, thank you Paula.

I have the dentist again in the morning so really should be in bed getting my beauty sleep , poor man is going to be close enough to fall into my wrinkles.

Another tooth bights the dust, so one less to hurt.

If I have much more work done I think it will be a case of selling my body, mind you very difficult when I still need to finish at the dentist.

Forgot can’t sell it as I have donated my brain to the Parkinson brain bank, gosh who would have thought in this time of economic crisis my brain is the one thing that a bank would want?

I just realised I don’t make Dopamine; I’m short of Serotonin so have to have my happy pills. But if I get stung by an insect my body goes absolutely ballistic making Histamine, so at the sight of a pin prick on me it’s all hands to the deck to find where I put the Antihistamine.  

http://twitter.com/#!/paulapage1

http://mrsparkinsons.wordpress.com/

These two ladies are also writing about Parkinson’s both from different angles, and are well worth a read.

Well it’s goodnight from me and a good night from Parky.

Parkinson Competition

I have decided to enter the Mervyn  Peake  competition which is open to anyone who has Parkinson’s. I have thought about it several times over the last few years but end up doing my usual thing of forgetting it until it’s too late.

There are four categories available to enter

Photography, Poetry, Art, Digital Art.

I am going for it all sections minus the Art, as I am absolutely pants at that. How the heck do you get what is an awesome idea from your brain down to your fingers and believe me I was pants even before My Mate Parky.  

I have written a poem and it has set me of. I have started to think in rhymes I can’t get the darn idea out of my head.

Now I am trawling through all my photo’s that I have on my computer and also on discs, which takes forever as I find myself going off into a trance as I remember things that I have done. I have printed one or two out so will take them to our Parkinson meeting tomorrow and ask for everyone’s thoughts.

Anyone wanting to enter has until the 31^st March, you can only enter one in each section, but hey as they say you have to be in it to win it.

A Parky Day

My mate Parky showed up at the dentists, I thought I could handle it by myself, but bum he had to put his oar in.

I had my car in the car park and was all set to drive myself home, but I could feel him he was making me feel odd (I know I am odd but this was odder).

I tried ringing my daughter several times, she had completely forgotten that she had volunteered her services and gone out for the day.

I do hate giving in to Parky, but I knew I was not able to concentrate well enough to drive home and it would have been really stupid of me to take a risk.

So in a way he was in control again. (Bum bum bum)

I have a very good friend who I rang and bless her she came to the rescue. I still have lots of work to be done at the dentists so I think I had better resort to going on the bus and leaving my little car at home.

I did tell my dentist that I had nothing against him personally I just hated all DENTISTS; he said that the two people in life that most people hated was the dentist and the tax man.

What did I have done????

I had one taken out and was even asked if I wanted it, they have to ask now as it’s a bit of you and belongs to you. Well something like that, my answer of course was no thank you.

My daughter did come and see me when she got home bringing me some flowers and then getting my car home for me. Poor girl she was mortified.

Sleep like a Log

I have had a couple of lazy days, going through family tree paperwork, I must start throwing away all the scraps and extra printouts that I have done over the years.

My front room was at one point covered in piles of paper but I think Parky was fed up as I didn’t seem able to get things into any order.

So at ten last night I gave in and went to bed, I felt as if I had done a day’s hard labour. I slept like a log only to wake up feeling like one. I was set solid and it took me a while to get myself turned over in bed.

I think I must lay in one position most of the night, which means I lock into it, I feel about 90 when I go to move.

I bet Parky enjoys the sight of me trying to do contortions as I ease myself out of bed, it would be much better if he learned to give me a massage, how good would that be. Everyone would want a mate called Parky.