Age is only the number of years you've been on this planet, which ages a slower rate than its occupants. I have discovered a disconnect between the age my brain thinks I am and the years my body knows I am. As my mother use to say, "My mind makes contracts that my body can't keep." Back when I thought it was funny but now it a sober summation of reality.
Another realization crept into my frontal lobe, how the symptoms of my Parkinson's blend with the side affects of medication I'm taking and both for mentioned abnormalities mirror old age. As an example, one of the symptoms of Parkinson's is loss of balance which is also a side affect of medication and old age. The only symptom that distinguishes Parkinson's from the other two are the tremors.
In the morning if someone asked me how old I am I would estimate 120 or one step away from rigamortis setting in. I wonder why I agreed to purchase a bed that requires a stepladder to get in? Actually I can pull myself up and into bed, but exiting after a night's sleep is about as graceful as a new born calf trying to stand. It would be easier to roll out of bed and fall to the floor but it has its drawbacks; broken bones and bruises to mention a few. However, if someone ask me what happened, I say my wife beat me up, which she would like to do on certain occasions, but she suffers from Fibromyalgia, which has symptoms similar to Parkinson's except for the tremors and stiffness.
With both of our health issues it seems we are in competition to see who becomes more disabled first, so far she is winning.
Since this is a website promoting my artwork I question the reasons behind this current blog. However, this site is also about Parkinson's and I believe it fitting to discuss how the disease affects me and why I decided to sell my paintings to raise money to find a cure for this hideous disease.