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> I was busy doing something I enjoyed. I forgot all about the pills. > What's happening to me! I could do this a second ago. Now my hands are > moving a little slower and I'm hitting the wrong keys! I'll try > harder, that's all that's needed. See, everything is fine. > Wait, they're moving slower still! Somebody help me! > It's slowly draining away and I can't make it stop. I can't hold on to > it! Strength, energy, and control are slowly leaching away. Tears. A > sense of loss, hopelessness, and failure. Was it really this bad > before the pills? How long did they say it takes, a half hour or so? > Has it been a half hour? Slowly, oh so slowly, the energy, the > strength, and the control ooze back as though from a reluctant source. > It's gone, for now. But, it's still there, waiting. This new monster > is waiting for me to slip so it can again drain away the control that, > until now, I've taken so much for granted. > I'm going to do my best make it wait, a very.... long.... time. > It is often hard for caregivers to understand the trials of PD. This is the very best description of what happens when Sinemet "kicks" off that I have ever read. Thank you, Marvin, for giving us an eloquent glimpse of what our loved ones experience. ---- Mary Ann Zippo's mom