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Made it to the Roseville support group today. About 40 or so attendees--mostly PWPD'ers and a mix of caregivers. I come away from these meetings with mixed feelings. There are people in all stages of the disease development. I continue to see myself as being in better shape than many who are there. But, it's also like looking into the future and seeing how I too will end up. I so want to deny that I will ever be like those with severe symptoms. I know that such an attitude is not being real, but I can't stand accepting that I will ever be in such a state (or set of states).

I admire the couple who head up that support group. They give a lot of themselves to make the monthly sessions happen. The husband is the one with PD so his wife is doing double duty--caregiver and support group organizer. He does his double duty as an organizer and front man, and as a person with PD--which is almost a full time job in itself.

Last night, using a set of remedies, I managed to fend off a tickle in my throat that felt like it was going to be worse than just a tickle. I continued to push the background irritation away for most of the day. Until this evening! With the cool night air and lower temperatures, the tickle edged back. I was sucking on some Ricola drops, which had helped fend off the irritation let night and today, and I managed to get a flake from the drop into my throat, triggering a recurrence of the irritation. It was such a dumb thing to happen--dumb and ironic.

Didn't make it out for a loop walk today--I came home from the meeting and zonked out for a few hours. I think I dreamed some during my nap. Dream and drowse! Drowse and dream!