I write a lot about PD as a way to vent. Today Cheryl made French toast for breakfast. Her not me. I mentioned it last night at dinner which I cooked. Most times I cook.
This morning I had to do my standard male task and get the electric skillet out. Then I went to my chair for coffee and the paper. She cooked. Like old times. … tearing up as I think about it. Like good times.
And that’s my complaint today; just when you get used to the everyday annoyances they go away for a while. Carpe momentum…. didn’t have coffee yet.
Today was a great day. Cheryl got to exercise in her PCF class. We had a little lunch at home afterward. I went to ride my bike in the afternoon. When I got home she was sewing and listening to music.
She rested at 4:30 until about 5. Pretty normal reaction to the meds in the afternoon. I cooked dinner and she ate it all.
Now she is sewing some more.
Parkinson’s disease sucks and then it’s gone.