Chapter 79 - Coasting Along

I see it's a week since I last posted. Seven avid readers have visited. I had better provide you with something to read. There is little to report. She has continued with only 3 doses of PD meds, the MR at 6am then CR & Indorel at 9am & 7pm. She says she feels better in herself, although she has more tremor in her legs. I think she has a little more difficulty rising from bed, but perhaps I'm looking for problems. She has done a little more embroidery, actually finishing the stitching of that calendar requiring 3 hoopings, although I was needed for the hoopings & for mounting/reversing the Gigahoop on the machine. But it was an accomplishment for her. She uses her laptop daily.

Saturday we drove to the mountains for a few hours. That night I woke in sheer terror to a scream that the neighbours should have heard. I sat bolt upright in bed (no damp stains fortunately), turned on the light and asked her what was the matter - she softly murmured "What time is it?", to which I didn't bother to answer, switched off the light then waited over an hour for sleep to come. Next morning she doubted my word that she had screamed at all.

Then on Sunday after washing her hair she was incapable of church; was asleep in her chair at 10:30am. On Tuesday KYB even though her legs didn't quite belong to her & a slight headache, then we lunched at the club. Two hours sleep from 3pm after all that. She used the TENS only on Wednesday on her lower back because of a backache that caused her upper legs to tense & stiffen. Only this morning did she require assistance dressing with more than help with her chest harness. Her right thumb continues causing her trouble but she rarely uses the support glove and never the TENS lately. She has not been on her scooter.

Tomorrow we leave for the ex-steel city for me to attend the 45th reunion of those who were employed at the local commercial TV station when it opened so long ago. Just imagine, 45 years of spreading cultural pollution; well not me, I quit after only 4 years & as I think about things, maybe our son was conceived in celebration of leaving the place, yet I don't remember.