Today, I turn 55, and I don't feel a day over 55. Now somebody is bound to say that 55 is the new 40. That occurs only in a speed zone.
I'm having one of those rough PD mornings. You know the kind. I'm back from my walk, and don't feel like going out again for the rest of the day. The second pills should change that.
I've told you about the vivid dreams that PD causes. Sometimes I actually act them out Last week, I had a fight with my night table. I fought the drawer and the drawer won!
It's getting to the point where I sometimes sleep through them. Today I woke up with a painful ankle. I don't know if I hurt it taking a jump shot or stopping a Hockey puck. I do know that it happened late, because it didn't make the morning editions.
This is a strange world that I now live in. The lines between reality and fantasy are blurred.