I got some new underwear for Christmas, and I have to tell you, it’s my new best friend. Let me tell you about it.
NOTICE: CREEPY ALERT
I’m considering starting a non-profit to help people like me. We suffer from a never-talked-about side-effect of Parkinson’s Disease: noses that run excessively:
Over forty years ago, I met my wife Liz. Ever the romanticist, I asked her out to play ping pong. Having grown up in British Guyana, she immediately corrected me. It’s “table tennis, not ping pong!”
I knew something was wrong with me, but I didn’t know what. Everybody had been telling me I was “moving slow” and had a “blank look on my face.” What did they expect?
I look back at a poem I wrote after I was first diagnosed and I attended a Parkinson’s support meeting. It reflects the cockiness and denial I owned back then. I would never be like them.
Now I’m not so sure.
