I slept well last night, and feel fine. Tremor is under control, along with dyskinesia and dystonia. My balance seems okay, although my walking doesn’t feel too good. My voice is weak, and I struggle to make myself heard when I’m talking to my wife this morning. My mood is fine, too, but I’m feeling a distinct lack of “oomph” – no “get up and go” (it’s got up and gone), no “va-va-voom!”.
I take the dog out for a walk after I finish my cuppa and Nutriblast – at least I am still getting out a couple of times a day walking the dog.
I occupy myself by chasing up the plumber for a price on replacing our bath. I eventually get hold of him on his mobile, and he tells me that he’s just about to sit down and work a price out for me (yeah, right!). To be fair, he does send me a text an hour or so later, quoting a very reasonable price, which I immediately accept. Now it’s just a matter of booking a day for the work to be done.
I receive an email from Vice.com confirming that the cannabis/Parkinson’s documentary shoot is to be on Saturday, and that we will be flying to Amsterdam on Friday evening and returning home on Sunday morning, flight times to be confirmed. At least that’s a step in the right direction.
I vacuum downstairs and then prepare some vegetables for our dinner – it makes a change for my wife when she gets home, not to have to cook our meal from scratch as soon as she gets in from work.