Thanks LYY.
Here I am moaning again, but I had a terrible weekend. Another weekend were my muscles were too rigid to dress myself, and I spent most of Saturday and Sunday blubbing and feeling sorry for myself, and because I was all of a dither, I was shaking like a one flippered seal. I was meant to, but couldn't, go to a barbie at my godfather's. They kindly brought me down some food, which was sweet, but also embarrassing, as I was still in a right old state. My mum stayed, and was her usual calming and brilliant self, until I was better.
However...I'm feeling much more perky tonight. My neurologist put me in touch with another of his patients with Parkinson's, who is the same age as me, and we've become great friends. He too has been down, and struggling to cope with the advancement of the disease, but he phoned me tonight, after returning from holiday with his wife and new son, a changed man. He saw the neurologist and they've doubled his drugs, and he says the change is amazing. He can walk better, his muscles aren't as rigid and don't freeze as much.
This has really cheered me up, as most of the time the drugs seem to be less and less effective for me. So tomorrow I'm off to see my G.P. to double my pills, to see if I can have the same miraculous change before my holiday.
So hopefully when I'm floating in the azure waters of the Ionian Sea, with the hot sun beating down on my body, I'll be able to control my shaking arm so I don't keep going round in circles.
Sorry for moaning, but in a way I've been dreading the holiday, but now feel much more positive, and am looking forward to getting away.