This is less a proper post than a lament: Crankenstein and I watched Poor Things tonight and Leave Her to Heaven last weekend, and together they reminded me enough of my former not-quite marriage that I’m left feeling hollow in ways that are hard to describe. I write a lot about my former partner without …
Yesterday I woke up determined to make the most of the next few hours. If my levodopa was timed correctly, I could walk three or four miles while it was still nice and cool outside — which was important because lately I’ve been easily drenched in sweat. Brisk air won’t stop the overheating, but it …
Debate is raging within my household this week about whether I was recently (and accidentally) exposed to poison ivy while yanking weeds from our yard. I am inclined to say ‘no,’ while Crankenstein says the answer is very much ‘yes.’ Now I hear the strains of suspenseful music every time I sense the faintest itch. …
I have two big fears when it comes to Parkinson’s disease: losing my memory and losing my ability to type. Fortunately, dementia is rare in early-onset patients. But my motor symptoms have already arrived and are, so far, largely left-sided. I can tell that I’ve lost typing speed in that hand, which is maddening, and …
My mother-in-law is fond of chirping “The only disability is a bad attitude.” By virtue of her profession, Crankenstein strongly disagrees with this, and we both find it offensive, but we often joke about it at home anyway. That means when Crankenstein tells me “You seem more disabled than usual these last few days,” what …