Mouth Twitches, But That's All

I got up earlier than usual this morning, as I normally do on Fridays, so I can map out a route for us to use to go on our Estate Sale, garage sale, thrift store hunt. Even though it was 4:30AM, my mouth was already twitching slightly. The rest of me was still, though, so it's not really that I am complaining - just documenting.

We did make some good purchases, and we always enjoy each other's company, but it was awfully hot, and we ended up coming home a little earlier than usual. The mouth twitch continued to increase as the day went on, although it is nowhere near as bad as it is without the Primidone.

A very nice lady who was having a yard sale saw me using the cane to help myself get down her driveway, and asked me if I was recovering from leg surgery. After the slightest of pauses, which I am sure no one else would have noticed, the words came out of my mouth for the very first time. I told her I had a Movement Disorder. She went on to tell me how she had had two hip surgeries and had used a walker, and now used a cane. It was a very friendly, normal sounding conversation, but those words coming out of my mouth were momentous for me.

My hand and foot did not shake, my shoulder did not jerk, and I was reasonably stable, particularly when I used the cane. I am selective in when I use it, but I'm careful. After all, we have seen first hand what happens when an older person falls.

If I know a restaurant is going to be easy to maneuver, I leave it in the car. Hubby gives me a reassuring hand to go up and down curbs. But if we go to a sale, I always use it. You never know what the inside of a house will be like, and yards can be uneven or steep. We've stopped at some of the same gas stations and restaurants often enough to know which ones have handicap accessible bathrooms, and which ones don't, so I usually know if I need to take the cane with me to help in the bathroom.

We do have the Handicap Placard, but I try not to use blue spaces unless I am having a bad day. I have used them a lot in the last six months, but not since I went on the Primidone. I look forward to many more days of using regular parking spaces!!

On Days - Off Days

I am definitely less depressed since gradually cutting the dose and frequency of the Clonazepam, but it has not been very predictable. Thursday I went until sometime after 5:00PM without any facial tics at all, and then spent the whole evening jerking like crazy. when I'm like that, my face contorts, my left shoulder jerks forward, and my foot dances a jig uncontrollably. I was on a half pill only at night then. Friday I jerked and twitched all day long, also on the half pill dose. I also had a huge startle reflex while we were out on our Date Day, something I haven't done to that extent in some time. Now today, Saturday, my mouth is all quiet and well behaved so far. I did not take even the half pill of the Clonazepam last night.

I had called twice to UAB, trying to get them to go on and send in the prescription for an alternative to the Clonazepam, because our drugstore would be closed from Friday evening until Tuesday. They did not get it called in, nor did I get a callback from a member of Dr. Watt's team. The receptionist did tell me on my second call that Dr. D was sick. He is the member of the team who apparently is the one I will be seeing the most. So, I have to assume that is why nothing was taken care of.

I have found that I can at least mask what my mouth is doing in public by chewing sugar free gum. I've always been a gum smacker, so I am trying to get out of that habit, and reach a point were I can slowly chew and control the horrible twisting, twitching, and jerks my mouth does so much.

The right foot continues to do its own little dance, which makes me feel unstable as I stand still or walk. Going up and down steps is harder when there is no way of knowing what my foot is going to do at the moment. So I am still using the cane everywhere except here in the house and at church. The few steps I have to deal with at church are entrances, and hubby is there with me going in and out, so I can skip the cane and feel a little more inconspicuous.

I should have taken the last dose of the Clonazepam last night, but I thought it would be wiser to see how I would be today, rather than being even more unpredictable than usual for church tomorrow morning. Since I've been OK today, it looks like the decreasing dosing was done slowly enough to not leave any withdrawal symptoms. But there is now way of knowing how I will be in the next minute, let alone tomorrow for church.

I continue to stay busy searching and posting on our Lost Toy blog, and have been able to help quite a few families, thanks to all the folks who read the requests for help and search for them, too. If you have never been to that blog, you ought to go read some of the stories and try to help them. It's a very satisfying feeling to help them. And I continue to add to our online Plush Toy catalog, too, so I stay very busy.

Oh, and I mustn't forget to mention that it looks like our Centipede grass is actually beginning to come up in the composted side yard. I worked for a little while this morning in between the shrubs and the driveway, digging that section up and trying to get as many of the weeds out of that section as I can. We can plant Centipede here until July, so I should have it ready long before then.

Take each moment as it comes, Rosemary - a lesson I am being taught daily.

Sunday Shoes Are a Problem

I've been casually looking for some type of decent looking flat shoe that would give me more support than the ones I've been wearing on Sundays. Yesterday convinced me that I must make this a top priority this week. My best pair of decent looking shoes is a Dr. Scholl's pair that have a Velcro closure across the top. They fit quite snug to begin with, but the longer I wear them, the suede leather begins to relax, and I get less and less support from them. For just church, I can barely manage, but yesterday, due to a funeral home visitation that we attended (that means lots of standing around talking to people), I was in them a good part of the day. By the time we got home, I was so wobbly that I could barely take a step safely, even with the cane. As soon as I got in the house, I changed into my athletic shoes, and you would have thought I was a different person. My gait was immediately more normal.

So, this week I will be buying some kind of walking shoe that I can tolerate for "dress" shoes. I'm thinking a black pair won't call too much attention to my feet, hopefully. I do wear pant suits to church, so it won't look quite as bad as it would have with a dress or skirt. I started wearing pants to church when the short short skirt length came in style, and I just never went back to skirts. Too comfy, I guess, or me being lazy?

I tried on some Vegan Earth Shoes last week, thinking that might be a way to get a comfortable shoe that would support me, and not have the hard leather to bother my toes. But that's not going to work for me. Earth Shoes have what's called a negative heel. The heel is lower than the toes. Sounds odd, but it's perfect for PWP, as we tend to lean forward as we walk, and these negative heels counteract that. My problem is that I had to have most of the toe nail root on my big toes killed off with Laser some years ago, due to chronic fungus and ingrown toe nail problems. That means my big toes are basically unprotected. The slant of the Earth Shoes makes the big toes push up against the toe box, and I can't take that.

I ran into the same problem when I bought my athletic shoes. There are only a few brands that make a big enough toe box for my toes to be comfortable in them. So now, I've got to find a dark color walking shoe among the few brands that I can wear comfortably. Just what I wanted to be doing during Christmas Shopping crowds. Hopefully, my fingers can do the walking. I'll call the athletic shoe stores today that I have bought Asics and Ryka from before, to see if they have dark shoes in my size.

If I'm lucky enough for them to have something I can wear, we'll go to town today. While we're out, we'll probably try to do some of our Stocking Stuffer buying. This is the most fun part of Christmas gift giving for us. Our children get money, and now the grandkids are old enough to want money more than presents, so it's the stockings that get all of the attention on Christmas. We buy odds and ends all year round, as we see something that fits each one's personality and tastes. But filling up those big socks takes some creative off the wall stuff, to keep from duplicating what we have bought them in the past. Even our grown children and their spouses would be disappointed if they didn't have that lumpy stocking to reach into, pulling out one thing at a time, never knowing what sort of gag gift or useful doodad might be at hand.

I will think positively today, and look forward to finding some suitable shoes, plus enjoy shopping for the Stocking Stuffers.

Insurance Has APPROVED My Dental Appliance!!

I knew I was having a good day yesterday! When we came home from our Date Day, I had a lovely letter waiting for me, stating that the TAP Dental Appliance has been approved by my insurance for the treatment of my Sleep Apnea. I immediately called them to find out how to get my money back, as I had to pay my dentist for it up front. They are sending me the forms to take care of this. Whooopiieeeee!! I had anticipated some trouble with them agreeing that it was eligible, so that's something else I can cross off my list.

My neck is still very uncomfortable, but I made myself work on the compost heap this morning. I can't afford to give in to it, or I'll find myself able to do less and less.

I actually slept until my first medicine alarm went off this morning at 5:00AM! EIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP!!! That's the first time that has happened. I'm still waking up quite a bit in the night, but unlike before, I am able to drift back to sleep, even after I've been up to use the bathroom.

We ate at on of our favorite Mexican restaurants yesterday for lunch, but I was a good girl and got the Huevos Rancheros, which is nothing but sunny side up eggs with sauce on top. I scrape the sauce over to the side, eat the Spanish rice and the eggs, and just taste the refried beans. I did get a side order of the guacamole, which I really enjoy and finished off a bunch of the tostados they bring. I did NOT have the woozy feeling after lunch. So I'm pretty sure it's not protein that sets it off. It may be fat, though. I've basically been avoiding eating beef or pork for lunch. Most of the week we had the fake crab meat in a spinach and cabbage salad, and that does not cause the funny feeling, either.

I'm still having real problems with tremors and walking is not as easy, as I have this constant feeling of walking on Jello, because my legs are shaking the whole time I am walking. I'm using the cane just about any time we leave the house now, except for church. I'm trying to hold off using it there, because I get asked too many questions about how I'm doing. It makes me self conscious. I have started taking a lap robe to church, though, as I have come to realize that I have the hard tremors in church because I'm cold! I'll be making an appointment with the Neurologist next week, now that I've been on the new meds for awhile and the apnea and tummy are well under control.

Our older daughter and her hubby are going to do the honors for Thanksgiving Dinner this year. They both love to cook, which I never did, and this is their first holiday in their new home. I've always been the one to have the Thanksgiving meal, but I'm very happy to pass this tradition along to her, and just help out with the expense. Hopefully our younger daughter and her family will be able to come, too. With me not having to do anything for dinner, I can really enjoy the day.

So, things continue to come to good conclusions, and I remain optimistic. May we all have a great day today!!

Some Things Better, Progress with Others

I've been busy the last few days trying to get used to the TAP and regulating my meds and diet to try to deal with the colon problems I've had for well over a year now. The TAP dental appliance is doing as well as I would expect. I slept about 7 hours last night, which is a huge improvement for me. I am still waking up a couple of times in the night to go to the bathroom, though, so it's not yet a completely restful sleep. It's time for me to make an appointment for a new Sleep Study, to see if the device is handling my Apnea appropriately. That will be the determining factor on whether I can get my insurance to pay for the TAP or not, and whether it's worth using.

I am pleased to see that there is a way to use the TAP device as the anchoring mechanism for a CPAP mask, if it becomes necessary to go back on that. A nasal pillow delivery system can be attached directly to the dental appliance, so there would be no straps or mask all over my face. That's encouraging, as it means I can look forward to either getting by with just the TAP, or the TAP plus CPAP - but NO MASK!!! So, I'm very optimistic about the coming Sleep Study.

As for the elimination situation, I am somewhat improved, although certainly not where I would like to be. I'm still belching and having gas problems, but not having as much trouble actually going to the bathroom as I was. So, the Acidophilus, the Bentyl prescription, and an extra Metamucil capsule a day seem to be the right plan of attack for that problem.

DH and I have been searching for some practical ways for me to keep track of all my pills, the dosing times, and a way to effectively keep me on schedule. I seem to have some kind of Freudian aversion to remembering to take my pills. I hate having to take so much medicine, and I think it's causing some kind of passive aggressive reaction that I'm going to have to overcome. We've taken some positive steps to get over this hump. We bought two Plano tool/fishing tackle boxes, each with 4 storage boxes in it. That gives me enough boxes for 8 days, so I can make up meds once a week and have a spare. Right now I am taking medicine at 12 different times a day, so I put a numbered sticker in the bottom of each little compartment, with the dosing time on it. I can take the small box for one day with me wherever I go fairly easily. I even found that I could use my Bible cover to "hide" my pills on Sunday. I just carried my Bible loose and put the pill box in where the Bible would have been. I have to take a dose between Sunday School and Church, so this worked nicely.

Getting me on a dependable schedule was the next problem to handle. I searched for days all over the Internet, looking for pill reminder systems that I thought would work for me. Most would not give enough alarms to suit my needs, or any PWP's needs, for that matter. PWP tend to take our meds closer and closer to each other as the disease progresses, so it's not unusual for a Parkie to be taking something every hour during the day, and even getting up in the night to take something. Also, some of the more promising systems only allowed you to set pill reminders from say 8:00AM to midnight, and my first pill is at 5:00 AM.

So, I ended up buying a Timex Ironman Data Link watch, which can be connected to the computer via USB. It's like having a PDA on your wrist. It came yesterday, but I have been studying everything I could find about it while I waited for it to come, and I had my pill schedule all ready to send to the watch. It worked like a charm. It beeps and the face lights up and flashes for several seconds, and the names of the pills I need to take scroll across the watch face. If I don't push a button on the watch, I get another reminder in 5 minutes. Since I'll be wearing it, I'm much more likely to heed the reminder. I also have the reminders set up on Outlook, since the computer is on all day long, anyway.

The watch needs to be quite large, as you might expect, so it's the size of a man's sports watch. I don't mind that, if it keeps me from forgetting a pill, as I have been prone to do. For now, it's in my pocket, because I'm going to have some links taken out of the band. There's a lot to learn about this watch, but the main thing for me was the Alarm mode, as it allows up to 200 alarms a day! And that was super easy to get up and running.

My tremors still remain, not as bad as they were when I went to the ER, but still enough to make me feel like I'm trying to walk on Jello, and it gets worse as I get tired later on in the day. I use the walls and the furniture here in the house to steady myself, and I have managed to do without my cane at church, by the hardest. But anywhere else we go, like our Date Day, or to go out to eat, I'm using the cane. The hand tremors are also more prominent, and don't seem to ever go away completely, but I can handle a fork and spoon OK, and type, so I can live with that.

My biggest problem has been the odd about to pass out feeling I've been getting after lunch and supper, but not breakfast. We've checked my blood pressure during a couple of these attacks, and it's always low, like 98/58 low. I can't do much but sit very still and wait for the feeling to pass. I have found that eating something sweet makes me feel better, but that may just be because it's a comfort food for me. Or, it may means that this feeling is from a low blood sugar situation, rather than a low blood pressure one.

We may have narrowed it down to being an interaction between the Sinemet and the protein in my meals. Yesterday, just as a test, I had a vegetable lunch without any meat, and I did not have the weird feeling later on. So, I'll try that again for a few days, and see what happens.

Dear sweet hubby took over the compost making task for me for the last couple of weeks, but I did it all by myself this morning. I'm very tired, but feeling good that I was able to accomplish it. I'm also sweeping off parts of the driveway almost daily now, and the deck and patio underneath every once in awhile. That gives my arms and shoulders a good workout, and it's good for my balance, too. I'm also using the trekking poles the whole time at the track now, where I usually do 3 laps, and then the leg exercises and my Tai Chi. My balance is still way off, so the Tai Chi looks pretty ragged, but I'm doing it anyway. After all, nobody but me knows just how pitiful my form is, right? ;)

So, I see progress with several areas of concern, but disappointment that I am in nowhere near as good a shape as I was before I had the Celestone shot that sent me to the ER.

I continue to try my best to live each day with a positive outlook, and I think the Bentyl has helped with the depression I was dealing with.

Drug Interaction Still Causing Problems

I went to the Gastroenterologist Wednesday afternoon, and he did X-rays of my abdomen to determine if I was as constipated as he thought I would be, based on my symptoms. He was surprised to find that nothing in my colon was hard or compacted. After examining me, he has come to the conclusion that my problem is caused by spasms of the digestive tract, rather than weak muscles, as he had been telling me it was. So, now he thinks my trouble is exactly the opposite of what he had thought previously!! He prescribed Triavil, which relaxes the colon muscles, and he said I should feel much better by Monday.

I've learned my lesson though, so I specifically asked him if he was sure I could take this med with my Parkinson's meds. He said he did not think this would be a problem, but to ask my pharmacist. Full of hope that he had found a way to stop my very uncomfortable situation, I called our drugstore on the way home to be sure he had it in stock. But, when hubby came back from the drugstore, he didn't bring in the prescription bag. He said the pharmacist said his computer all but crashed when he put in the medicine, it produced such a strong warning that this was a dangerous combination with my other PD meds!!

At first I handled the news stoically, but later on that evening I went through a rough time of being very depressed, with lots of crying. I called my doctor's nurse first thing Thursday morning to let her know I couldn't take it, and to remind her that he would see Selegiline listed in the interaction information, rather than Zelepar, which is just a dissolving form of Selegiline. I think that must be why he didn't realize I couldn't take it.

Anyhow, I haven't heard back from him yet, so DH and I decided it was time to take matters in our own hands. We went enzyme, herb, and spice shopping, as I have been doing some research on my own about Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS), and I found some things that should help, without causing problems.

Yesterday, I started taking Turmeric, St. John's Wort, and Acidophilus capsules. DH's Oncologist has had him on Turmeric ever since he had colon cancer, and his doctor had already suggested I use it. We had our usual Date Day today, and I continued to belch a lot all day, but did not have any nausea at all, or my usual sensation as if my food was sitting at the top of my throat all day. I'm encouraged that I will find a way to calm my system down and get things back to closer to normal, whether my Gastro can find a medicine I can take or not.

I'm still very wobbly, though, so I used the cane just about everywhere we went today, and I'm using it in the house tonight, too. It may be that it's just going to take awhile to recover from the really bad state I was in Sunday, plus I may still have some of the Cortisol in my system. I'll have to see if I can find something about how long it stays in the system after getting an injection. Or, it may be that the St. John's Wort, added to my other PD meds, is giving me an overdose of Levadopa.

That's what makes figuring this all out so difficult, as too much PD meds makes for jerky movements, called Dyskinesia. If you've seen Michael J. Fox jerking around, you've seen it. When PWP have been on meds for a long time their systems process the Levadopa in a very unpredictable way, and you see these wild jerking movements. But early on, if the meds aren't strong enough, you see tremors. It's hard for me to tell if my wobbliness is tremor or jerking, so I can't tell, based on that, if I'm getting too little or too much Levadopa. My hands are only shaking ever so slightly, which makes me think I'm not getting too much. My Neuro will know when he sees me.

By then I should have heard from my Gastro doctor, and I'll know if the herbs are going to do any good or cause any problems. I will be doing more research, too, to be sure there are no contraindications of these OTC with my prescriptions.

Walking on Jello

The saga of drug interactions continues, evidently. I had a Celestone shot on Thursday to get the poison ivy under control, as a steroid shot always does the trick for me. My regular doctor has given these to me several times in the last few years, so I was not surprised when I woke up very nervous Friday. That's pretty much par for the course, plus they make it hard for me to sleep, too. So, I tolerated the shakiness Friday, and we continued with our Estate Sale hunting and went to see our younger DD for an overnight stay.

By Saturday morning I was even shakier, but we had a long way to drive home. I kept the way I was feeling to myself, figuring it would go away, and I did feel better after we ate a big breakfast. But, this morning, I was in really bad shape. I was shaking all over and holding on to furniture and the walls to get around. When my hubby got up several hours after me, I was worse. So, I called the Neurologist's answering service and the doctor on call promptly called me back. After listening to all this, he told me to go to the ER. He said he was concerned it was an infection (I didn't think so, but?) and they would be able to give me something to stop the tremors. So, we were off for the hour long drive to get to the ER, with DH trying his best not to show just how worried he was about me, and me trying my best to be still.

They took me right away, but it still took quite awhile to get the results from all the blood work they did. They did not find signs of any infection, and concluded, just as I had, that the steroid shot had precipitated this acceleration of my symptoms. So, armed with four prescriptions and orders to see my Neurologist this week, they sent me home.

So, at least for now, I'm back on Sinemet, which is the "Gold Standard" drug for Parkinson's. Since I was so nauseated with it when I took it for the Sinemet Challenge that confirmed my Parkinson's diagnosis, I had asked the ER doctor to also give me a prescription for Lodosyn, Carafate, and Phenergan. This is where my journal of everything that has happened since my diagnosis came in handy. I was able to show him in my journal that this is what my own Neurologist had put me on way back in September of 2006, when I got so nauseated with the Sinemet.

So, I'm typing this with a fairly steady hand, with all these extra meds in my system. I have an appointment tomorrow with my Gastroenterologist to find out what he thinks is going on with my digestive tract, and as soon as I know what is going on in that area, I will make an appointment to see my Neurologist.

This whole experience has been very upsetting to say the least, not only for me, but for DH as well. I hate it that he's having to take care of me the way he's had to. I hate it that I couldn't stop myself from shaking. I hate it that the ER guard came immediately, being so very solicitous, wanting to get me a wheelchair, as I was obviously so feeble looking, wobbly cane and all. I hate being this way. Today I got a glimpse of what the future holds. I hate it.

Decided Against It

I do appreciate the feedback you gave me on the decision about joining the St. Vincent's facility, but we finally decided not to do it at this time. Time was, after all, the deciding factor. It was going to eat up about 3 hours each day I went, and to get any good out of it, I would have to have gone at least 2 days a week, if not 3. I think I can accomplish just about as much with home exercise equipment and our time at the walking track, which is about 5 minutes from home. Of course, in this day and time, we have to take gas prices into account too, and we do live a long way from any of these kinds of sports facilities, with some really bad traffic to contend with both ways.

I continue to accomplish more and more when I exercise in the mornings, but I'm paying for it each night with a lot of sore muscles. DH fusses at me for over doing it, but it doesn't ever seem like I am at the time. It's only later in the day that I realize I've over taxed my muscles. I think some of this pain I experience is coming from the Peripheral Neuropathy, particularly since I went off the Cymbalta. My Neurologist wasn't the least concerned about me taking it in conjunction with the Zelepar, even though the Pharmacist had warned me about the combination. So, I may yet go back on it. But for now, I'm still adjusting to adding the Requip back to my meds, so I don't want to add 2 new drugs at the same time.

The Requip is beginning to upset my stomach, just the way it did last time. I'm having lots of heartburn and belching a lot. Nothing else has changed, so it has to be the culprit. I'll put up with it if it doesn't get much worse than this, but I'm still planning to ask for the Neupro patch when I go back to Dr. S in June.

Just to document where I stand physically:

I can now sit down and stand up from a straight chair without using my arms, at least in the morning. I can't by the evening, though. Sofas and soft chairs I haven't mastered yet. I can walk over 3000 steps a day on the pedometer most days. I've put the handicap toilet seat away for now, as I can deal with the standard one, as long as I have the sink cabinet to hold onto. I'm still using the cane when we go to yard sales and such, where the terrain is unknown, and I still don't go up and down flights of stairs if I can avoid it. Crouching down to get things in and out of my kitchen cabinets is difficult, so I usually depend on DH to do that for me. I lose my balance too easily, particularly with something in my hands. My core muscles, those of the trunk, are definitely getting stronger as I continue to exercise, as I can now lift my behind when I do what's called the Bridge. It's a simple exercise, really. All you do is lie on your back, feet on the floor, with your knees raised, and try to lift your bottom. Until recently, I couldn't lift more than a half inch or so, but now I'm coming completely off the floor.

I'm doing the Tai Chi short form almost every day now, and I'm getting pretty good at it again. My balance continues to improve.

The biggest problem I am having right now, I suppose, is the insomnia. As soon as I started back on the Requip, it started back again. I haven't been able to sleep past 3:00 AM for some time now. I get a lot done on the computer, but I really need the sleep! I've tried napping later in the day, but that doesn't work unless I'm in the car. Then I can doze off almost instantly ;).

So, I am progressing, but I have lots of room for improvement. Eating healthy foods and exercising are just as much medicines for me as anything that comes in a bottle!

Wonderful Weekend!

We used our Date Day Friday to work our way up toward Huntsville, where our younger DD's family lives. We haven't been to see them at their home since last Summer, thanks to all that's been going on with me and with my Daddy. So, we had a wonderful time getting to visit. We even got to watch our twin granddaughters play in their Softball game.

My knee behaved itself, although I was careful to use the cane up and down her steps and at the ball park. When we got home, I have a message to schedule the MRI, as insurance has already approved it. Our older DD has a couple of job interviews lined up, the Will stuff is moving along nicely, and our eBay sales have picked up, now that I'm listing new items almost every day.

We even had rain today, which was so badly needed around here.

Speaking of weather, however, reminds me to say a prayer for all those poor people who have lost everything - even their town - in the Midwest, from tornado damage. May God's hand be felt close to them. He's always there, but sometimes we just don't realize it. I pray that they will feel His strength and comfort in this horrible time they are all going through.

I'm sorry I've not been able to get back to reading everyone's blogs yet. It just seems like my list of things to do gets longer, instead of shorter! LOL And I do appreciate you checking on me, particularly since I'm not reciprocating.

I'll be calling my insurance company tomorrow to find out where I stand on the number of PT visits I'm allowed, but I do have a PT appointment for tomorrow, anyway.

I'm looking forward to a great week, and I hope you have one, too!

Quadriceps Are Giving Me Fits

Well, I think the Physical Therapist came close to killing me last Thursday LOL. The tops of my thighs, where the quadriceps muscles are, were so sore Friday through Sunday that it was all I could do to get in and out of the car or sit down or get up from even the handicap toilet. I spent the whole time on strong pain pills, and much of it with the hot pad in use.

So, when I went for therapy yesterday I was very quick to let her know that whatever she did Thursday was too much. She cut way back and basically just did a few warm ups and then put me on the ultrasound, electrical stimulation, and moist heat for a long time. She doesn't want me to walk at the track but every other day for one lap, avoiding the days when I have therapy. She says as weak as the quadriceps are that she's afraid I will lose my balance or start to fall. Without the quads being strong, she says I'll damage my knee. She was also surprised that I was able to walk even the quarter mile around the track once, even with the cane. She says I'm compensating in some way for the weak quads, which means I have just completely forgotten how to walk normally. I really try to do it "right," but I must not be, according to her.

She did say that the other PN patient she has is doing better, and she did give her the URL for this blog. I'm going to be disappointed if she doesn't write, as it will do me good to talk to someone who has a similar problem.

I was a good girl this morning, and only did one slow lap with the cane, concentrating on the technique for each step. Then I did my home exercises while DH walked his 2 miles. He lapped me 3 times before I could get around once! ROTFL

I go back to the Orthopedist next week, and I'll decide after I talk to him whether I should try to get an appointment with my Neurologist sooner than scheduled. I suspect he will agree with me on that. He was planning on getting an MRI of my knee once I had the PT, as that's what my insurance required before they would authorize the MRI. I am so thankful that I had this opportunity to go to Physical Therapy. It's a shame that insurance companies are so stingy with authorizing it. I can't get it for chronic conditions, so having Parkinson's Disease or Peripheral Neuropathy wouldn't get me permission. But wrenching my knee did!! Strange twisted logic - it's OK for me to fall because of weak muscles sometime in the future????

The deadline for our BLOG VILLAGE HEALTH Carnival is this Friday, but I haven't decided yet which post to enter from this blog. Too many to choose from, I guess. If you have a post you could enter, I'd appreciate your participation.

Peripheral Neuropathy Rears Its Ugly Head

I went to the Physical Therapist this morning for evaluation of my knee and shoulder problems. The news was not good. It seems that I have significant weakness in my right leg and hip muscles, and also in my left hip muscles. My hand strength was markedly less in the right hand than the left, but that didn't surprise me.

She said it was no wonder I was having trouble with my knee, or with walking, as my muscles were so very weak. She does not want me to walk so far at the track, but to concentrate on walking with full use of my hip muscles. I had already realized that I wasn't doing that. When I do take a full stride from the hip I feel like I'm drunk, with a wobbly unsteady sensation. I don't know any other way to describe it, and I look drunk, too. She wants me to use my cane on a regular basis, because she doesn't want me to reinforce my unnatural gait. I'm to see her two more times this week, plus she's given me a set of exercises to do here at home.

She thinks the knee is so irritated because the muscles that should be providing support just aren't doing their job well at all. And she said the same thing about both hips. So, I'm going to be busy trying to build up what I can, before I end up on the floor LOL!!

I also had an ultrasound treatment on my knee and an electrical stimulation treatment on the shoulder and the knee, with moist heat, too. That felt wonderful, and it's supposed to improve and speed up the healing process.

The PT is a very nice lady, and I felt comfortable with her immediately. It's just as well, as it sounds like I'm going to be going there for awhile. Of course, insurance has a lot to do with how many sessions they'll let me have, so I need to learn as much as I can about how to do the exercises at home.

Time I Tried to Catch Up

I've ended up doing the very thing I really didn't want to do, and that's not keep this blog as a daily journal. It's just that so much has been happening lately that I just had to put blogging way down on my priority list.

So.... here goes .........

Since I wrote last, Daddy has been much worse. There was a large bulge in his upper right colon area that no amount of enemas, suppositories, stool softeners, or laxatives seemed to be effecting at all. We are fortunate enough to live in the country, where doctors still treat their patients as individuals. So Friday, a week ago, Daddy's primary care physician came out to the house after work! After feeling around on the area, he really didn't think it was a bowel impaction, but there was no way for him to be sure. He suggested we put Daddy in the hospital for some tests. I spent the weekend deeply upset by that prospect, not knowing what was best for him. Dr. Mc understood that we had no intention of any type of surgery, if they did find anything other than fecal matter. On top of the rest of my misery over making this decision, he would be in the hospital I swore I would never take anyone to ever again.

I finally decided that I would be in worse shape emotionally if I didn't at least give it a try, so I was in the hospital with Daddy for several days this last week. We came home Thursday, after the tests they did showed conclusively that it was not fecal matter. We stopped them from running any more tests, so it was left as a diagnosis of a soft tissue mass. I don't need to know what it is ... only that I can give him pain medicine, because it won't be causing more constipation on a blocked bowel.

We also brought home new pressure sores, because it took lots of complaining to get them to change him and turn him. And, when they did handle him, most of them were not gentle with his skin. Did I say I hate that hospital??

One of the two really caring PCA's gave me four hospital gowns to take home, which is a big help at this point.

Yesterday evening, when DH and I started to turn Daddy to change his Depends, he threw up all over the place. Considering the amount of food and liquid Frances had gotten in him, everything must have been sitting in his stomach all day!! He was obviously in pain, so I called the Hospice nurse, who advised that I not try to give him his night medicines or move him for at least an hour. We cleaned him up the best we could and managed to get towels between his skin and the sheets, etc., that were soaked.

After an hour, we changed everything out to clean, but it was obvious we were really hurting him with every turn. After reporting in to the nurse, she said not to feed him or give him any medicine, but to call again if he didn't go to sleep comfortably on his own.

I called her back at 2:00AM, as things were worse again, and she told me to give him the morphine that absorbs through his mouth. She arrived about an hour later, as we are on the outside reach of this Hospice territory. He was running a temp, and his blood pressure was very high. We managed to get the blood pressure med in him that he had missed at supper time, plus a sublingual tablet for fever. I'm not sure what that was.

She then suggested I try to get some sleep, and she sat up with him for three hours, while I napped!! There's a lot about this hospice I don't like, but she moved them up a few notches in my estimation, in the wee hours of this morning!!!!!

Part of the reason I haven't been blogging is that my right arm and hand have been in considerable pain and swelling since we went to the hospital. Thinking it would be enough, I only took my cane. By the time I had walked all over the place as they took Daddy for tests, I had put too much pressure on my arm, and I paid the price for not remembering to swap to the left hand often. Thank goodness, I had thought to pack my hot pad. So I spent his hospital time doping myself up with as much pain medicine as I dared to, and still staying awake enough to be harassing them to do their job. I just couldn't manage the computer very well at all!! It looks like I'm going to have to learn how to use a mouse left handed ... I'm pitifully uncoordinated as a lefty ... far more so now with the PD.

I'm also fortunate that we had bought a really nice wheel walker with the seat in it some time ago at an Estate Sale. DH was very depressed when we bought it, but it was a blessing when my arm hurt so much.

I can't thank you all enough for your prayers and kind thoughts while all this was going on. I knew you were worried about my sudden disappearance, and appreciate the emails I received. Just know that you have been supporting me, even though you didn't know what was going on.

Thankful to be Used by God

The last few days have been wonderful, with no problems of any kind. I've been exercising as much as I possibly can and catching up on some housework and eBay work that's been put aside.

I've been glowing from the experience we had while on our Date Day Friday. While following the directions from one estate or yard sale to the next, we had trouble finding one address. We had about decided to just skip it, but DH happened to see a sign in the local grocery store window, advertising the estate sale. I had read the directions wrong. So, we tried again and found the house. There weren't any cars parked around it, and we had to ring the doorbell. An older woman answered the door and invited us in to a house full of stuff in every room. But instead of it being things you would expect to be hers, it all seemed to be the kinds of things a young man would have.

After we looked around a few minutes and oooed and aahed over the beautiful old woodwork on the old home, she began to get talkative. She told us all about her son, who had lived in the house for about a year, before he had a seizure, fell in the front yard late one night while walking his dog, and ended up having five back surgeries that left him a paraplegic.

He had to move in with his parents and sell his home and his possessions, so his Mama was doing the selling. She was obviously upset as she related his story. She related how he was still having difficulty adjusting to this drastic change in his life, which seems pretty reasonable, under the circumstances. Of course, I was using my cane, so when I told her I had been diagnosed with Parkinson's she talked even more about how emotional he had become. I suggested he visit Wheelie Catholic, as Ruth has such inspirational posts and could find people in similar circumstances for him to talk to. She seemed very grateful.

We didn't see anything we wanted to buy, but we stayed there a long time, talking and mostly listening, because she really needed to talk. Both of us felt like God had led us straight to her. Our past experiences as caregivers, my current situation as someone newly diagnosed with a debilitating disease, and the similarity of our ages, all made her comfortable opening up. She cried a little and talked a lot, and we promised to pray for her son.

It was a perfect example of God working all things for good, and it has left me with a very thankful heart that we were able to be of help to this sweet lady, struggling to help her son, and yet feeling so helpless.

Today My Balance Worked

I could tell when I got up this morning that my balance was back to "normal." This fluctuation in what I can do is something I'm just going to have to get used to, I guess. I did manage to get several descriptions done for eBay, but I didn't get them on last night, because DH had a called Deacon's meeting that didn't get over until about 9:00, so we were late getting home. I don't like to post items after 8:00, so they'll go on tonight.

All the Deacon's wives stayed in the Fellowship Hall, where we had been for Wednesday night Prayer Meeting and Worship, and visited with each other. It's been a long time since I stayed for one of those informal gatherings, and I really enjoyed it.

It was also the first time I let them see me walk any without the cane. This on and off way it effects me is hard to explain to people, so I've been avoiding having to explain by using the cane at church all the time, whether I thought I needed it or not. Now that the med doses are higher, and I'm exercising more, my balance and leg strength are better more days than not. I still need the cane for certain situations, so I carry it everywhere, but I don't always use it.

My main difficulty continues to be my digestive system. I'm just trying to wait out another week, as that's when I'm completely off the Sinemet. If all the nausea, gas, cramping, and just generally feeling lousy don't stop then, I'll have to change my Gastroenterologist appointment to a sooner date. I'm just telling myself to be patient for now, over and over and over.

My Legs Were All but Frozen this Morning

It was all I could do to walk this morning, so for the first time ever, I used the cane when I went to fix breakfast for Daddy. Before I was on the medicine, I was able to hold onto furniture and walk enough, so I could hide how bad off I was from Daddy, since his vision is so bad. But I didn't have a choice this morning. He was upset, but I couldn't help it. I've been gradually telling him what's going on, so I could keep it from being such a shock, anyway.

Our pharmacy does have voice mail on when they're not open, so the doctor's call went through yesterday evening. Trouble is, our pharmacist doesn't have the medicine and can't get it until tomorrow. So we checked with a nearby town's CVS, but they didn't have a full amount of the prescription. My DH got the prescription, but it took several hours for it to be ready.

We finally got the medicine about 1:00PM, so I took the Sinemet and the Lodosyn together, and I had a baked potato for lunch at 1:30. I dozed a bit, but so far the legs are still very wobbly.

Lodosyn is an additional dose of Carbidopa, added to the Carbidopa that is already in the Sinemet. It does not help with the Parkinson's symptoms, but it helps control the bad side effects of the Lodopa in the Sinemet, which is what changes into Dopamine in the brain. That helps to replace what the brain is no longer producing.

Starting Now to Work on Future Quality of Life

We had our Date Day today, spending a pleasant day going from one Estate Sale to another. We found what I think will be a few really good purchases, but we won't really know until we put them up for auction and see what they sell for.

We went to one sale that was right around the corner from the house I grew up in. It felt really odd being back in such a familiar neighborhood, but I'm glad we went. I told the fellow who was having the sale that I trick or treated at that house all through my childhood. We did buy a few things there, too. And we swung by my old home, just to see how it looked. My old street still looks pretty much as it did when I was a child, which is truly amazing, because this area of town has become run down over the years.

We had decided if we could not find an adjustable cane at a sale today, since we've been looking for one for several weeks, we would buy a new one on the way home. So now I have a cane, too! I searched the Internet and found Exercises for the Parkinson's Patient. Until I find out otherwise, I'm assuming my improvement means I do have Parkinson's, and I'm starting now to think about what I eat and what I can do physically to improve my quality of life for as long as possible.

I Don't Want to Jinx It, But ....

I think I'm better! I didn't dare write anything yesterday. In fact, I was in a bubble of enthusiasm all day, afraid to say the words out loud, for fear it would burst the bubble, and my legs would feel like two ton weights again, slogging through mud.

I've been on the Sinemet since Monday night, and I woke up yesterday walking amazingly better. I wouldn't call it normal, but for me, it was a vast improvement. I was also aware of being happier than I have been in quite some time, but then who wouldn't be! I noticed that even my upper body movements were faster, which I really hadn't realized had slowed down.

I think I spent every spare minute all day long thanking God for this miracle. I really over did the physical work, though, as there were so many things I've put off doing, because I just haven't been up to it. I'd work for awhile, and then rest, and then work awhile longer. My leg muscles are telling on me today, for sure, but I'm proud of what I was able to accomplish yesterday.

We didn't tell anybody at church last night, and I still used the walker. I don't want to say anything until we get an actual diagnosis, and that will be on my next appointment. From what I've read, Parkinson's symptoms can fluctuate, so one moment can be better or worse than the next, so for now I don't want to have to explain.

We have decided that if we don't find one of those adjustable canes with the extra legs on the bottom at an estate sale tomorrow, we're going to buy one. At the rate I'm going, I may not need the walker much longer. My balance is still not good, so I'll use the cane, and we'll keep the walker in the car, in case this doesn't last. That's the plan for now, anyway. The balance thing is probably from the Peripheral Neuropathy, anyway, and I don't think he can do anything about that, except to monitor it to see if it progresses or improves.