yahooooo let’s go!!! watch this spot tomorrow.
I have now entered the arena of successful resolutions.
I am now ready to take on the whole month.
Wait and watch what a great blog can do given an entire month to do it in. Perhaps we should call it blonth instead of blog. OK, let’s get started on tomorrow which is the third of February with the third entry.
Wintry Day
I have only missed one day so far, I hope all are impressed.
We are having a real storm here today. Seems like a good day to stay indoors and look out. I stroll around my building rather than going out, using my cane instead of a walker. Also use the two flights of stairs for exercise.
Hope you handicapped folks have lots of food for a day like this, I have a lot of bologna and cheese whiz.
Take care now and see you tomorrow.
Tomorrow is February 1, 2011
Looks like I get a new chance to put in some fresh information on Parkinson’s along with a new month. It is kind of nice to start any new resolutions with a new month because then the date is the same as the number of days you have been successful.
I would love to hear from anyone regarding any little tips or ideas that you could contribute to this blog that have assisted you in living with Parkinson’s. Has anyone gotten a hold of the cane that has an LED light to help with the freezing?
I am waiting now to get a visit into all the assistive devices like a little amplifier and delayed reception. I will fill you in on paying for stuff tomorrow as I have only found out that something called “access centre” is a way to OHIP.
Love you, Sid
Hi, Welcome Back
Gosh it is hard to believe how fast time is going by.
I think some days are worse in Parkinson’s than others.
I hope I am smarter than the disease and live to outwit it. I am taking the speech class again and with the same speech pathologist. Everyone wonders why I am doing it (in the group) since I speak so well. But my big problem is always the same and it is, “I do like to impress folks”, and the group is kind of like fertile ground. It was exactly the same as before in that we just sat around and yelled at each other in various levels of volume. Got one sheet to take home to practice more yelling and she has gone for week so no class for next Friday. Will update you as we go along. Any suggestions,let me know. I get going too fast in my speech so have to try to slow down.
Well everyone take care and help somebody else today or tomorrow.
Love you , Sid.
Time Does Really Fly
My goodness, it is hard to believe that almost six months has past since my last post on November 9th. A half-year. I have the same ambition, but not the same body. I’m afraid the old body is having a rough time with the Parkinson’s.
It used to be that I could do many more things with a body that refused to quit and I could rest in the fact that even though I had a terminal disease I could stay even and balance out the good with the bad.
Ah, but I still love the Ulysses poem by Tennyson…
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
I will try to remember some more tomorrow. The computer is an unforgiving monster, if I hit a certain key I can lose it all. I have learned to quit early and to say, “to be continued…”
Thoughts from Sid Allcorn
This went out today to my new church so I want to share with a few of my old friends too.
Well Gail my heart cries this day.
The big question on Nov 11 is not how many or where BUT rather WHY?
WHY did young Men and Women die?
SO that we can go on dreaming our impossible dreams
SO that we can go on loving whoever we want
SO that our babies can live past 5 years old
SO that we can do whatever we want on a Sunday morning
SO that what we think and say and feel is important
SO that everyone has the same rights, even if you make a mistake
SO that if you want to cry you can and someone will say ” I’m here”
SO that if you can’t walk, talk, eat, smile well, there will be someone to help
SO that when you come home from the battle you know it was worth it when you hear ” Hi Dad” or “Hi Mom .”
AND never have to say, he or she died in vain.
New Years in September
I think I have 15 minutes to get an entry into Sept.3.
I vowed to have some little tid bit for every day in Sept and I have already
lost 2 days so hang on and I will win this self-inflicted challenge.
1.) Special Parkinson’s recipe + 2.) idea for Parkinson’s exercise
Here is a very simple, tasty, main meal called Parkinson’s Delight.
step # 1 Go to your favorite appliance store and buy an automatic can opener (battery powered.). While you are out get some tins of summer sweet small peas. Get also some (thick) cheese slices and a tub of salt free margarine..
Now here it starts to get really complicated so pay attention.
Heat up the whole tin of peas (preferably after removing the top of the tin with your new opener.)
Now go over to your microwave and spoon some of the peas onto a dinner plate with lots of margarine (salt free.) Now put at least 2 cheese slices (thick ones) on top of peas. Run it for about 30 secs.
Eat and enjoy. Eat the whole darn tin if you want.
Goes good with cold beer and a snooze when finished.
2.) I use a walker and try to make every step as big as possible (no sliding feet) . Count each step and aim for some place about 700 steps away and count. Then 2x it when you get back. Then try to see how you can lessen the # by taking bigger steps. I stop a lot and read a book too. Then when you get back have another beer.
A few thoughts & trike & book trailer .
Sorry for not putting more into the blog but a few things have happened that
have kind of thrown me off for a bit
You know that having a disability requires constant effort to keep going
as if all were normal. So many times now I have found myself without a cane
or walker. I just get up from somewhere & walk out as if I had to remind
myself that I am handicapped. Another part to deal with is the idea that I
am never going to get over it . It is quite a thought to hang on to that
about the most I can do is keep it at a level that is acceptable.
We are brought up to believe that when something holds us down we need
to fight it and OVERCOME it but with Parkinson`s the one word missing is
OVERCOME,
I would appreciate any thoughts about this .
One great thing I have done is to buy a TRIKE. Yesterday I went for a 4 hour
ride and discovered the bike path along the Ottawa river that seems to run
continuously from Trim RD on east to Rockcliffe park on West. All nice &
smooth. Will have to see if a map is available– anybody know.
Whoops will have to stop for awhile as my computer now does
New Apartment, Conclusion of “The Knight Who Cried”
Well how time goes by. I guess you could say I have been adjusting. Yup, I moved again – 5 times in 2 years. I finally found a bachelor apt where they separate the meals from the room. As a result my rent is about half to a third of other retirement homes. By the way if you want to visit it and get a free lunch I am into a contest now to get more people here. It is only on until August 31.
I HAVE JUST MOVED INTO THE VILLA ORLEANS IN ORLEANS! I WANT TO SHARE WITH ANYONE OLD LIKE ME (74) WHY I DID AND WHY YOU SHOULD TOO!
The staff is fantastic, they are is young and great and really care.
1.) tired of paying for things I never used or needed.
2.) independent or supportive program completely separate with “a la carte” services.
3.) paying now 1/2 to 1/3 of what I used to pay.
4.) all meals or only one meal only if I want them.
5.) free shuttle: to shopping 3 times per week and special events every week. Physio 3 times a week. Movie theatre. Library, church services, bingo, skip bo, whist,
6.) now I can afford to go south for 4 months and keep my apartment.
The best part; I am so pleased that I have volunteered to take part in a contest to see who can bring in the most folks for a tour and free scrumptious lunch. I get the lunch too. So call the Orleans Villa at (613) 837-1100 and please tell them Sid sent you. I`ll get to meet you (at lunch.)
Okay here is part 6 of my story. Hope you have enjoyed it. This is the conclusion, hope it brings a little tear.
The Knight Who Cried
Part 6
Finally the announcement came that the winner was the Extraordinary Knight and his extraordinary horse, Starfire. On the way toward the royal throne our Knight looked longingly for”Donna of the Bubbling Brook” but to no avail. He dismounted at the foot of the long stairway where at the top sat the queen. Before he could start the climb there was a thunder of hooves and straight across the grounds came Starfire`s girlfriend. Starfire was beside himself and looked for permission from his master. All Sir Knight did was nod his head and Starfire took off like a speeding bullet. The crowd loved it. So our Knight began his climb to receive his prize. As he climbed he began to wonder why he had not seen Donna and yet her horse was here. He must have just missed her. As he approached the throne he lowered his head and knelt just before her.Now I crown you Knight Extraordinary. THE VOICE WAS FAMILIAR. He quickly looked up and saw his Donna. His amazement was second only to the cheering of the crowd. Rise SIR KNIGHT and meet your Queen. Then I am told by the same story tellers that the Queen kissed the Knight and that was like lighting a stick of dynamite. He ran down the long flights of stairs whistled and Starfire followed not far behind by his girlfriend came running up and then the story goes that he leaped onto the horses back and went at a fantastic speed around and around the compound. Finally the victorious two exited the grounds with the girl friend swinging around and returning to the foot of the steps.
Now on his way back to his campsite he suddenly realised that he had fallen in love with a Queen. He also realised a split second later that he had tumbled into an impossible situation. He would have to leave as soon as possible because and this was an irreversible law. A queen could not afford to enter into a relationship with a commoner let alone a wanderer who happened to be a Knight. Now it was here that it happened from the highest pinnacle of happiness to drop to the lowest pit of despair was too much for even a very brave Knight and a tear fell and then another and Starfire stopped as he knew his master was hurt far worse than any wound could hurt. His heart was broken. Our very brave wonderful Knight cried. He dismounted and put his cheek upon the cool head of Starfire who if he could have would hold the Knight and comfort him. Instead Starfire did the only thing he could he pawed the ground and snorted as if fire were about to come out his long brown nose. He actually nosed his champion to get back into the saddle. When he was sure he took off with every ounce of energy within his huge body and tore through the long grass as if rockets had been lit. The Knight understood and soon joined his magnificent steed in a long journey away from the campsite away from the terrible disappointment.
It was early morning when they finally stopped and bedded down for what was left of the night. You see, in case you missed it, Starfire had lost too. But the story does not end here because this is too sad. The days rolled on and if you had been watching the man and his horse looked quite normal. There never were anymore tears. But you see this Knight held a special kind of love. It was the love of presence and it is not very often understood. All he wanted was to see her and make sure she was okay. It didn`t even have to be for long. And so the tellers of tales who understood this had our Knight after quite a time return to the stream where he had first saved the beautiful fox. And when he did guess who was riding by. Donna had gone for her daily ride passed this spot almost every day and today she was rewarded. The Knight quickly stopped and so did she. He could feel his pulse quicken as he drank in every feature and they each inquired as to how they had been.
Now this was all he needed and he left her presence content in having seen her, talked to her and found she was okay. As the story goes our Knight wandered the world and returned to this spot every once in a while to keep his love of presence alive and well.
One story teller in particular, whom I trust a lot, claimed that he had heard through the story vine that on one such visit she had given up her throne and after one particular meeting of presence when they left the stream all you could see were their two backs and the riders were being taken in the same direction by two horses who were also moving in a careful step. You see in case you missed it Starfire had the same kind of love.
THE BEGINNING
