Whenever possible, I try to do my writing outdoors. I find myself more relaxed, open, and/or inspired when I’m sitting in my back yard…looking out over the pond and listening to birds, distant traffic, and neighborhood dogs. My living room is comfy enough, but when I’m indoors writing, it feels like I’m reining myself in for some reason. But now it’s cold outside…too cold for this Parkinson’s patient to properly operate appendages. Which reminds me…I have not yet addressed tremors in this blog.
Silly, no? The one thing that everyone “knows” about Parkinson’s Disease (PD), is that it makes ya shake. So I’ve written about insomnia, constipation, urinary urgency, gait issues…but not the shaking. James Parkinson himself, 200 years ago, referred to the disease that is now named after him as the “shaking palsy”. Yet not everyone with PD gets tremors. I know at least two PD sufferers who have never experienced tremors; however, such cases are the exception to the rule. For most of us (including myself), the tremors are the first obvious PD symptom to manifest.
When my tremors began, three different doctors told me I did NOT have PD. They said it was either essential tremors or anxiety. At a friend’s urging, I went to a Parkinson’s specialist. After examining me, the specialist said that he wasn’t certain whether I had PD, and he advised me to undergo a DaTscan to find out for certain. It turns out DaTscans are very expensive, and weren’t covered by the insurance I had at the time, so I put it off for awhile. I guess I figured that since PD is a progressive disease, it would eventually be obvious enough that no tests would be needed. Then came that night in November.
It was a decently warm day, so I put on a light jacket when I left home to visit friends on the other side of town. When the sun set, the temperature dropped much more quickly than I had anticipated. By the time I decided to head home, my light jacket wasn’t cutting it. It was COLD outside, and seemed to be even colder inside my car. Naturally, I started shivering. This was the first time in several months that I had been cold enough to seriously shiver, and it was the first opportunity my tremors had been given to join forces with shivers. This alliance (trivers?) immediately proved to be a powerful one. I was transformed into a hunched mass of useless vibration, making me physically unable to drive. I somehow managed to start the car and get the heater going at full blast, and turned on the heated seat. It took several minutes for me to get warmed up to the point where the trivers (shemors?) subsided enough that I could actually drive. It was this experience that led me to finally get the DaTscan, and to avoid cold temperatures as much as possible. And thus, I am writing this indoors.