Category: Parkinsons
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Brick
I have had my fair share of therapy in the past and, as you know, I have been very open about it. I just can’t see the benefit in hiding it…it’s like saying you will do without a cast when you break your leg. Daft. Anyhoo, I came to the end of the latest bout…
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Alive
What makes you feel alive? I mean, what makes you experience joy, makes you aware of every last drop of blood coursing through your veins, makes your heart jump (in a good way) , gives you energy, makes you feel invincible….I don’t know whether its a sides effect of PD but I get these tangible…
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Familiarity and contempt
It is hot, damn hot and I am sitting in the early morning sunshine at a Conference Centre just outside the M25, the crumbs of my breakfast bacon and sausage buttie starting to cast small shadows on the white plate. I am sitting in the middle of a dried out, bleached, grassy area. I have…
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Jagged pride
When I was a child I was brought up to believe that Pride was a Bad Thing. To be proud was to be uppity. To be proud was to be flawed. Pride in one’s achievements was a character blip, a lack of empathy for those around me. This week I have had a number of…
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Click
Now, this may be my physics background influencing me but I find myself constantly searching for connections between life’s seemingly random events, the people and places I encounter along my journey and the ideas and concepts we all grapple with. I believe in a Grand Unified Theory of Everything (GUTE) basically. I am utterly convinced…
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