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At 02:55 PM 4/28/97 -0400, you wrote: >Dear members, > >Well, I have hit my lowest point in my Parkinson's life. Are you ready for >one hell of a sad story? >Last week Sunday the 20th of April I got up feeling Okay. Then I began to >feel a little nauseous, and had to lie down. My mother (C/G) took my >temperature, it was 102.4. >Pass it off as a flu bug, rest the remainder of the day. Wake up next >morning, again feeling okay. Back side (skin) a little irratated. Father >takes a look at it, says "What the hell?" Mom comes home from work, takes me >to the E.R. No doubt about it, it's shingles. Prescribed some famvir and >percaset (SP?) for the pain. Come home from the hospital, work my way up the >steps as I normally do, then as soon as I have both feet in the door, begin >to fall backwards out the door, down the steps, and onto the sidewalk. Well >to make a long story just a bit shorter, I fractured three bones in my face, >had to have reconstructive surgery to pull my cheek bone out. But hey, good >news, they caught the shingles in time. They're almost gone. > >Jake (26,88) > hey jake looks as if we are all most in the smame boat. i to fell had to crall on my beelly for about 200 feet am on cruthes for one more day, come heck or high water. i spent 5/12 months in icu. but here i am. hang in buddy. better days are coming so the say. I.Y.Q.