124. Well, this is really **** **** and ******* *****

I still have a ‘Soup Sont’ of Class left, a tiny bit, but not that much. I believe I have blasphemed on a minor scale within the body of the blog … for which I have apologised, but none in the heading. So asterisks in the title rather than hard swears.

This is shit (apologies). Thank you oh Parkinson’s – you are really flipping (other swears beginning with F are available) rubbish. You’re ‘aving a larf’, ‘you’re pulling my leg’, ‘you cannot be serious’. Dyskinesia at night – flip flip fliperty flip (I repeat other swears are available).

This is getting seriouser.

Thursday … frozen all day, in between times had bradykenesia … nothing to do with Jen’s ex, this is slowness of movement. Sounds okay but it really isn’t.

Friday … dyskinesic all day, brief respite in the evening, and then kicked off at around 4am Saturday morning — superflippingsonic.

I’ve had enough of this. Humour has deserted me. Excuse me whilst I go to the back of the room and give myself a pep talk.

‘Snap out of it … don’t spiral think positive count your blessings and so on and so forth. Oh go on then write a flipping poem.’

I shall count my blessings, 
On my fingers and toes,
Will I get to twenty?
I'll give it a go.

I have my 'health',
Well that's an immediate fail,
Not a good start,
I should go straight to jail.

We'll call that a false start,
And speak no more of it,
I shall try and think of twenty reasons,
why my life is not shit.

Kids and friends
Tv, reclining chair
oh yes and I still have
All my own hair

I have a roof over my head
When I sleep I still dream
And I have hidden in the cupboard,
a Fry's Chocolate Cream.

I have memories of good times,
Before I had PD,
And I will continue to have good times,
Afterall I am still me.

I like to be silly and weird,
Tell rubbish jokes,
Drink gin, eat chocolate,
Maybe one day I'll try and smoke.

Fifteen done,
Okay another five,
When I karaoke and dance,
It feels good to be alive.

Parkinson's has given me,
New friends who understand,
They never tilt their head,
But they do hold my hand.

So, I think that's twenty,
Well, there's certainly enough,
I'll go find that Fry's Chocolate Cream,
I'm no longer in a huff.

Over and out
No longer dyskinesic and only 44 minutes until curtain helpline opens.
Hwooph ...