We try to have a bit of a lie-in this morning because of our late night last night, but at 9am someone is ringing our doorbell to deliver a large box of flowers, sparkling wine and truffles for my wife from her youngest son and his fiancee for Mother’s Day. So we get dressed and begin the day.
I expected to be aching all over after my exertions yesterday (washing both cars) but Parkinson’s can be so unpredictable and although I’m feeling tired, I’m not aching. My tremor is jerking my left leg around (as usual), but my right side is well controlled. My balance is not to bad, but my walking isn’t great. My voice isn’t very strong, but it’s better than it has been of late. Dystonia and dyskinesia are both well contained. All things considered, I’m in good shape!
We go to Stalham at lunchtime to see my mother and give her some flowers and chocolates for Mother’s Day. She isn’t having a good day (she has advanced Parkinson’s) and is having trouble talking, is drooling badly, her balance is shot and she’s generally feeling pretty miserable. While we are there, she pays a visit to the toilet and ends up having a fall – no damage done, but she’s shaken and says that she feels like giving up. Heartbreaking, but I can identify with how she’s feeling – I’d feel like giving up, too.
Next, we pay a quick visit to my wife’s mother in Worstead, stopping off at Wayford Bridge on the way to check on the boat and pick up a container of linseed oil so that we can oil the kitchen worktops, which are starting to look very dried out.
W e return home to Southrepps (briefly) to pick the dog up, and then head off to Hevingham to have dinner with my wife’s youngest son and his fiancee.