My Internist Weighs In
I returned home last Saturday, made an appointment with my internist on Monday, and saw her Wednesday. I had two issues:
1). The falls: I had two major falls. The first one left me with pain in my sternum, but it only hurt when I coughed or took a deep breath. My internist said it was either a bruise or a fracture, and -- either way -- I just needed time for healing.
2). The fatigue, weakness, and increasing unsteadiness: These symptoms were trickier. But she agreed with me: it was foolish for an almost 85-year-old to undertake such an adventure on his own.
We debated whether I should return to the bp meds and agreed that I'll stay pill free for the next two weeks while continuing to carefully monitor my blood pressure and record the results in the log I keep. We'll revisit the issue when I see her again on March 25 and I'll bring my log with me.
My Energy Bank
I went to bed Wednesday evening feeling especially punk. When I awoke at 3am for my usual bathroom visit and “joy of quiet” time, I meditated longer than usual; 90 minutes sped by and ended with my having lots of thoughts about where I am and what I can do about it.
That guy is constantly making choices about spending his limited dollars. I need to make better choices about spending my own limited energy. Until now, my maxim has been -- anything worth doing is worth overdoing.
That approach needs to change.
Later I realized I'd been describing this as a "setback." I wonder if this indicates I'm in denial about the fact that Parkinson's IS a progressive disease. I'd been thinking that with a week or two of rest and relaxation, I'd be better than ever. Not likely.
Pause for Reflection
This recent experience, coinciding as it does with my first five years with Parkinson's and the approach of my 85th birthday, has prompted some thoughts that I'll share in future posts,
Sneak preview: Included is the question of whether I should continue driving.