Once again, I deviated from the “All things Light and Fluffy” theme that I had going for a week and a half. My reason to do so was valid, but today I need to stay on point. I have a mandate; I get no more than 500-words and to keep it “light and fluffy.”
So here goes:
#10. I can mix my own martini’s, shaken not stirred.
#9. Because I have something in common with Michael J. Fox and Kirk Gibson, people think I have them on speed-dial.
#8. Many people think Parkinson’s disease is a precursor to dementia. If I forget someone’s name or to take out the trash, I can attribute it to the next phase of the disease without actually experiencing it.
#7. I have a socially acceptable reason at my fingertips if I spill ice cream on my shirt. This applies to any food that contains tomato sauce as well.
#6. It gave me a reason to start a blog and write using long words and complex sentences about subjects I know very little about.
#5. Ivy is famous. When she goes to the dog park, the Pomeranians and the Shitzu’s treat her like a rock star.
#4. The rigidity in my legs that accompanies off episodes will come in handy if want to audition for the role of Frankenstein or some other such mutation.
#3. I have found a way to be productive during those early morning hours when most people are asleep. I have called State Farm so many times, my phone number is blocked and Jake requested a restraining order.
#2. Writing this post reminded me how important it is to be able to count backwards from 10. It may come in handy if I ever get pulled over by the police under suspicion that I am driving under the influence.
#1. Parkinson’s taught me this one important lesson; that my friends and family are more important to me than the stuff I have amassed; that fear in nothing more than a four-letter word that I can either live through or in it’s grips; that I have a story to tell that is worth sharing that others may want to hear; that an extraordinary life is attainable even though I may shuffle my feet at times; that goals are still lofty even though I can no longer climb ladders; that my friends and family are more important to me than the stuff I have amassed.
Are you jealous? I thought you would be.
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Ivy couldn’t join us; she took a knee. She asked to be “emancipated” to take the night off to work on her counting skills.
Al without his faithful, now emancipated sidekick, Ivy the wonder pup.
I need to look that one up.
emancipate ~ transitive verb
to free from restraint, control, or the power of another; especially: to free from bondage.
It’s just a collar, Ivy. You’re a dog.