As the heading implies, That has not been the case, It's been a month of excuses, Not being able to do this or that, Not having the energy or the will to see things through to the end, Just making excuses! I suppose I shouldn't beat myself up too much, Being a progressive disease with no cure, Treated only with medication that at times seems to make things worse, It's not all bad though, If timed well first thing in the morning it can be pure bliss. For the most part.
Leaving the apartment this morning, Or more accurately at two o' clock, My day begins about sixty minutes after my first dose of Stalevo, I headed to Donnybrook fair in Stillorgan, Parking the van in an disabled bay, Not something I like to do But it was chock a block, Down to the fact that it was pay day for most people I guess, I first had to head to the bank to pay some bills, Is it just me or are banks becoming one of the most unfriendly places on earth? While queueing with nine other people, Me being number ten I'm afraid, I watched as the young lady, I will call her Sharon, Partly because she looks like a Sharon and partly because her name actually is Sharon, It's written on her name tag!Well Sharon and I have a love hate relationship, She loves to hate me And by this I mean she doe's everything in her power to mess up my day, Maybe I remind her of an ex who screwed her over or perhaps I resemble some guy who tormented her at school, Pulling her hair, Calling her names chasing her home into the arms of her Mother who assures her that the only reason I do these things is, Cause I secretly like her!
I assure you that that's not the case... I wouldn't take her out! The tide wouldn't take her out!!
I digress, Approaching the desk I'm praying that one of her colleagues becomes available but no such luck, I step up hand her my withdrawal slip and smile, She doesn't even look up but I can see the smirk creeping around her pencil thin lips, The slight raising in the middle of her poorly bleached uni-brow And like clockwork she says ID please! I explain to her that I have been banking in this particular branch for 12 years and that I remembered when she began working there 5 years ago and that we have this same conversation every time I come here! She can see that theres something not right here that I'm now visibly flustered,I don't think the penny has dropped with her that it could be Parkinsons But I truly believe she enjoying this! Now at this stage I usually inform her that I don't have any ID on me and I'm made to answer a bunch of Questions...Address, phone number, Mothers maiden name, How long is a piece of string? Just as the inquisition was about to begin I pulled out my drivers license and placed it in front her, She stared at me her face getting more and more scarlet, She then started biting the inside of her mouth, as she counted my money she had a look of a bulldog chewing a wasp! I left the bank jubilant, Triumphant even, But it was a hollow victory, About then my medication stopped working And Life in gradual slow motion began all over again! The moral of the story is...Choose your battles well and know when you really should lay down your arms! Dave.
