I had another decent night’s sleep, not waking until 6.30 to go to the smallest room, and then getting back to sleep for another 2 hours. I have a hefty amount of tremor in my left leg, so turn my neurostimulator back up to it’s daytime voltages (1.95v on the left, 2.3v on the right). Things calm down a little on the tremor front, and I get up, get dressed and go downstairs.
It’s the weekend, which means I feel like a bit of a spare part while my wife does her impersonation of a whirlwind – stripping the bed, doing the washing, cooking food to take over to her eldest son’s this evening (we are invited to dinner, so my wife is making desserts and a salad), cleaning, etc. etc. In the midst of doing all of the above, she takes the dog for her morning walk and then goes for a half hour run..
While she’s out having her run, I decide to give my hair a bit of a trim (before she cleans the bathroom), so out with the clippers, and 15 minutes later I have a grade one buzzcut – nice! I clean up after myself, and then adjourn to the back garden, where 2 rather large piles of dead leaves await my attention (thankfully there’s still no wind here, otherwise my leaf piles would have been redistributed). I scoop them up and bag them, and then break all the rules by putting the bags of leaves in the bottom of my wheelie bin and plonking a sack of household waste on top of them. I fill the log basket from the pile of wood that’s stacked against the wall in the back garden, and then figure I need a rest.
The dog reminds me that she’d very much like to go and chase her ball, so I take her for her afternoon walk, and throw the ball for her like the obedient human that I am. Dyskinesia is still making it’s presence felt, but it isn’t so severe as it was yesterday. Dystonia is still under wraps, which is brilliant. Balance doesn’t seem quite so bad, but I still think my walking isn’t great – it does vary throughout the day, though, so perhaps I’m being a little too critical. Mood is ok, motivation is ok, energy is pretty damn low!