Will I never learn?

By Jo Collinge Will I never learn that too much wine, or any at all for that matter, is not good for me. It’s Sunday morning, ten to six, I’ve been up for the last 45 minutes feeling much better than this time yesterday. Friday night had been busier than usual – Tae Kwon Do (on my own this time without Antonia, she had a better offer for a night out playing Bingo of all things with Tim and Elise) followed by a very quick very cold shower at the sports centre and then round to Karen’s for the monthly book club get together.

The book under review this time was “One Day” by David Nicholls. If you haven’t read it, do. It really is very very good. (OK and that’s enough of the superlatives.) I hate to admit it, I cried at the end. I know when I’m on to a good read if I start dreaming about it, and when I’ve finished I can’t start another for at least a few days whilst I get thoughts of the former out of my head, which is what happened with this particular book. I didn’t get home too late, about an hour [...] continue the story

Life Love Laughter and Learning

By Jo Collinge

I Love my Life, especially when it is filled with Laughter. I’m Learning to Live my Life with Parkinson’s, to challenge it as well as accommodate all the uncertainties that it brings.

It’s been quite a while since I have woken up in the middle of the night with a blog there in my head, ready and waiting to be written. When that happens, I have to get up, log on, and type it up before I forget what I want to say. The result is this, and replaces its former version, originally drafted about a week ago but not published, and titled “Exercise and Parkinson’s”. How dull is that, and my boring rambling spiel on the benefits of exercise and endorphins has been well and truly ditched in favour of this.

A couple of weeks ago, I woke, as usual, stiff and in pain, somewhere between 5:00 and 6:00 in the morning, in urgent need of a call of nature. Having managed to lever myself out of bed, thanks to the re-positioning of my bedside cabinet about a month ago, I shuffled off to the bathroom, stopping off en-route to the loo for my usual early-morning bleary-eyed inspection in [...] continue the story