Chapter 76 - Some Outings
She had mentioned wishing to see a movie "Miss Potter", about which I knew nothing, presumed to be some Hollywood production in which a nymphomaniac seeks a suburban pent house relationship with a New York advertising executive - you know the sort of thing, shallow & tasteless. Her sister had seen the movie & suggested to her that a bloke wouldn't like "Miss Potter", so she was hesitant about dragging me along to see something obnoxious. Well, for someone who read all of Jane Austin's novels some 45 years ago, the movie biography of Beatrix Potter was a breath of fresh air, beautiful scenery, great acting, no Yank accents and only one romantic kiss (others were familial pecks on cheeks). A pleasure to have learned a little about a complex personality. I think she enjoyed the movie too.
After the movie we had intended to have lunch at the club, but she was not up to it, saying "We will be there tomorrow anyway". As we were, chairing our PD group's monthly meeting. Only a small number attended, & that encouraged the PWP's (People with Parkinsons) present to compare notes more than normally. I played a downloaded video of a therapist extolling the benefit of exercise for PWP's. After about 30 minutes the attention spans of those present collapsed so we adjourned to lunch in the club.
Early Friday morning, 0:30 - 2:45am she did not sleep. Early meds at 6am then I woke her at 7am when she was having trouble with her legs. The meds had not kicked-in. At 8:15 she rose, showered & dressed, except for the bra clip. Quite often now after standing she says "I can't find my feet. I have to find them to walk." At these times she stands with her feet very close together, very much in danger of toppling over. Later in the morning a lady came to discuss ironing, it seems we will call her when needed, they got on well together. By 2pm she was "too tired to put one foot in front of the other" so off to bed for an hour & a half then I had to wake her. Upon helping her rise she said "I can't find my pins yet" as she thought I was trying to propel her forward. She seems very sensitive to any unbalancing force. The other day I was accused of pushing her when I simply brushed passed her. When she holds my arm while walking I am often accused of changing direction too quickly, or worst of all, attempting to force her backwards. By 4:30pm she was a slightly dizzy, then cold although an hour later she felt "better in the head". Asleep in her chair at 6pm. Later she woke then we watched a Pommy who-dunnit. To bed a little after 11pm.
This morning, Saturday, has begun well. She showered, even washed her hair, and dressed except for the bra clip. Usually hair washing knocks the stuffing out of her. The day will tell.
After the movie we had intended to have lunch at the club, but she was not up to it, saying "We will be there tomorrow anyway". As we were, chairing our PD group's monthly meeting. Only a small number attended, & that encouraged the PWP's (People with Parkinsons) present to compare notes more than normally. I played a downloaded video of a therapist extolling the benefit of exercise for PWP's. After about 30 minutes the attention spans of those present collapsed so we adjourned to lunch in the club.
Early Friday morning, 0:30 - 2:45am she did not sleep. Early meds at 6am then I woke her at 7am when she was having trouble with her legs. The meds had not kicked-in. At 8:15 she rose, showered & dressed, except for the bra clip. Quite often now after standing she says "I can't find my feet. I have to find them to walk." At these times she stands with her feet very close together, very much in danger of toppling over. Later in the morning a lady came to discuss ironing, it seems we will call her when needed, they got on well together. By 2pm she was "too tired to put one foot in front of the other" so off to bed for an hour & a half then I had to wake her. Upon helping her rise she said "I can't find my pins yet" as she thought I was trying to propel her forward. She seems very sensitive to any unbalancing force. The other day I was accused of pushing her when I simply brushed passed her. When she holds my arm while walking I am often accused of changing direction too quickly, or worst of all, attempting to force her backwards. By 4:30pm she was a slightly dizzy, then cold although an hour later she felt "better in the head". Asleep in her chair at 6pm. Later she woke then we watched a Pommy who-dunnit. To bed a little after 11pm.
This morning, Saturday, has begun well. She showered, even washed her hair, and dressed except for the bra clip. Usually hair washing knocks the stuffing out of her. The day will tell.
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