One of my prescriptions is a drug called Myrapex. One of the side effects of this drug is that it causes obsessive behavior. Whether it be gambling, drinking , drugs or anything else.
I've enjoyed the Casinos. I haven't gone in years. I don't foresee any possibility of going again. The thought of losing bothers me too much.
I rarely drink. I like wine. Red Wine causes me to overheat. So I stopped drinking it years ago. Every so often I enjoy a class of white wine. A long distance from an obsession.
Drugs never interested me. If I had one wish for myself, it would be that I never needed to take another pill again.
Does this mean that I'm not affected by Myrapex? I don't think so. My obsession is and has always been noshing. I've never met a Mallomar that I didn't like. Give me Haagan Daz or give me death. Four Score and Seven Oreos ago. This is the winter of my M & Ms.
I could go on forever. And I may if I don't stop noshing soon.
In all fairness to Myrapex, I always noshed. The difference is now, it's sometime uncontrollable.
Thankfully, I still walk a lot. Strange as it may sound, I'm 30 pounds lighter then when I was diagnosed.
Don't ask what your Country can do for you, ask what you can do for some Bosco!
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Monday, December 27, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
December 2, 2010. Hold me Tight
As the train slowed down into the Station, I realized that I was off balance. Are my hands, clinging to the bar, strong enough to keep me up, while the pull of the train was fighting against me?
Thoughts went through my mind. Who would be able to lift me if I fell? If I fell upon the tiny lady next to me, would she be flattened as if she were in a "Loony Tunes" Cartoon? Would the Conductor wait for me to get up, or would he stick to the schedule of keeping the train doors open for 1 1/2 seconds? What's to become of the Mallomar in my back pocket? Why do people buy Ann Coulter books? Has anybody ever made it through Ulysses?
As I've previously stated, balance is a key issue for people with PD. My arms were strong enough to hold me up, but I'm convinced that others would have gone down.
On trains I try not to stand too close to somebody, because, all joking aside, if I fell on somebody that person could get seriously injured. I'm also cognizant of who and how far below me somebody might be on steps.
The fall may happen. The damage can be controlled.
Thoughts went through my mind. Who would be able to lift me if I fell? If I fell upon the tiny lady next to me, would she be flattened as if she were in a "Loony Tunes" Cartoon? Would the Conductor wait for me to get up, or would he stick to the schedule of keeping the train doors open for 1 1/2 seconds? What's to become of the Mallomar in my back pocket? Why do people buy Ann Coulter books? Has anybody ever made it through Ulysses?
As I've previously stated, balance is a key issue for people with PD. My arms were strong enough to hold me up, but I'm convinced that others would have gone down.
On trains I try not to stand too close to somebody, because, all joking aside, if I fell on somebody that person could get seriously injured. I'm also cognizant of who and how far below me somebody might be on steps.
The fall may happen. The damage can be controlled.
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