A mere three weeks ago, as part of my “Colorado Hodgepodge” post, I showed y’all a few pics taken in and around Central City, Colorado. When those pics were taken, I had arrived fairly late in the day. As a result, daylight was waning (waindwops … Continue reading Central City, Colorado (Spring 2013)
I haven’t listened to my old “Who’s Greatest Hits” CD for a long time, so I decided to play it while I type up this entry. Nearly the first thing I heard was, “Hope I die before I get old.” And I’m thinkin’: “Too late…I’m already old.” This despite the fact that I’m not even 50. But Parkinson’s Disease (PD) can sure make you feel old. Which scares me, because…what will it be like if/when I still have PD AND am actually old? Hopefully by then there will be something akin to a cure. I know there are “gene therapy” treatments that have reached the human testing phase. I really want to stay up on these things, so I signed up for a Parkinson’s Foundation webinar on the topic of gene therapy. Then I checked my calendar and realized that I’m planning on being in Dinosaur National Monument that day. I’m sure they’ll record the webinar and post it on their site, so I’ll be able to go back and watch it any time. But will I actually do it? Or will I continue wasting my time playing Cities: Skylines and reading web comics?
In other news: I’m a boy, I’m a boy, but my mom won’t admit it.
In real other news: I recently enrolled in MediCare, specifically a MediCare Advantage Plan (i.e., through an insurance provider) that includes prescription drug coverage. Under this plan, three of my meds have a zero-dollar co-payment. But the stuff that’s been ensuring I sleep at night is not exactly covered. I say “not exactly” because Mirtazapine is covered, but only up to 15 mg per day, and I’ve been taking 22.5 mg each day. So, I tried scaling back to 15 mg per day. That was three or four weeks ago and I’m happy to report that I’m still sleeping well. Until the last 3 days, that is. But hopefully the last few nights of less sleep are just due to me staying up too late. Which I’ll be doing more of now that football season is beginning, and I’m still living two time zones east of my alma mater.
Welcome back to Voyages with Parkinson’s, better known (to me, anyway) as TremorTravel.com! For this week’s ThrowBack Thursday, we continue the Colorado Camera Craziness that was the spring of 2013. This week, we visit the canyons of the forks of the South Platte River. These … Continue reading South Platte Canyon (Spring 2013)
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Is there a featherweight division in sumo wrestling? Why aren't fishermen called "hookers"? I sincerely hope there's a sports team called the Walla Walla Wall-eyed Bass. Clams are the Muppets of the sea. If I ever encounter a mountain lion, it'll scare me so bad I'll puma pants! Farts are the ghosts of things we have eaten.
During the spring of 2013, I accepted a job offer that required me to move from Colorado to Charlotte, North Carolina by the end of that year. Knowing that my time in Colorado was limited, and feeling excited about my still-new Good Camera, I proceeded … Continue reading Gilman, Colorado (Spring 2013)
A few weeks ago, I mentioned that I was getting a referral to work with a speech pathologist. Now that I’ve had a few sessions with the nice speech lady, I’d like to let y’all in on the process.
Since the problem this time is with my vocal chords and not my pronunciation, the sessions are not just practice talking, as I had assumed. Nope, it’s singing. Not even lyrics. I just open up and say ahhh, but at varying pitches. It kind of reminds me of my favorite part of the Iron Maiden song, “Bring Your Daughter to the Slaughter”. Which is funny because you’d think it would remind me of the Poison album, Open Up and Say Ahhh! But clearly it doesn’t.
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So I’m supposed to practice singing these various drawn-out notes to keep my vocal chords loose, and I’m supposed to read several short sentences aloud to practice speaking from the diaphragm. Bear is used to ignoring my talking / singing around the house, so he was only mildly interested in these new vocalizations. I might try changing some of the ahhh’s and eeee’s to oooh’s, to see if I can get him howling. Oh, and by the way, the nice speech lady says I’m doing great – and I agree. I definitely sound better than I did a couple months ago.
Random Observation: You can’t spell hospitality without spit!
Yuck, it’s all sticky! I don’t know, just get rid of it. Wait a minute, I think this conversation is being blogged. Dammit, it is! Stupid dictation software! Official Greetings! Welcome to this week’s ThrowBack Thursday! This week’s episode (and believe me, I’ve had plenty … Continue reading Colorado Hodgepodge (Spring 2013)
Yesterday was National Vinyl Record Day! Since it fell on a Friday, I decided to celebrate it as a Vinyl Record Weekend. I’m listening to an Amboy Dukes record right now. I’m also listening to my dog. He keeps saying the same thing:
“Bark! And you can quote me on that.” – Bear Acuda Williams
Wait, now he’s speaking in haiku:
I can sure bark, sir!
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
Yep, I can sure bark!
I didn’t say it was good haiku. Anywho, if you have the technology, crank up some records this weekend! Then we can all look forward to the next major holiday: National Video Games Day!
Picture the scene: I’m sitting at my computer desk early on a Thursday morning, listening to a collection of hit songs from my childhood. Out of nowhere (well, out of my computer speakers), Lipps, Inc. starts telling me I gotta move on. But move on … Continue reading Cañon City, Colorado (Spring 2013)
Recently the airbag warning light in my car turned on. I tried the old standard fix (putting black tape over the light) but with my Parkinson’s tremors, this turned out to be more trouble than it was worth. As an aside, I’m talking about the … Continue reading Airbag Warning Light
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