I have an appointment with the Parkinson’s nurse at 9am this morning, so we are up, tea/coffee drunk and out of the house by 8.40am. We arrive at North Walsham Hospital bang on time, and have a reasonably productive meeting with the nurse. My wife and I convince her that my referral to speech and language therapists is more urgent than its current priority of “routine”, and she emails the department while we are there. She also chases up the physiotherapy department (because she also referred me to them, and they haven’t been in touch yet). We have yet another discussion about medicinal cannabis, and she does (to be fair) want to know more about it, in spite of spouting a bit of nonsense about how addictive it is. I provide her with some comparisons with the legal recreational drugs that are available (alcohol and tobacco) and promise to email her some links to more information about medicinal cannabis.
We return to Southrepps. My wife departs for work and I begin preparing an email or two to send to the Parkinson’s nurse, listing many of my vlogs and informational videos well as a couple of well known documentaries on YouTube.
I split a couple of logs for tonight’s fire, and try to order some more logs online. I say “try”, because everyone seems to be ruining out of supplies of nice dry, seasoned wood. My usual suppliers have no more wood, so I’ll have to locate another supplier or, failing that, start burning coal (which I really don’t want to do).
My jaw pain is still distracting me from my Parkinson’s symptoms, but the pain has receded to a dull ache now (rather like toothache). I’m thinking about taking some painkillers, but I’ve managed without them so far, so it seems a bit silly to do so when it appears to be healing. Beer and cannabis instead? Absolutely!