This poem was written for Pat Sebian by the wife of one of her husband's Ohio State classmates. Pat is an active member of the W.N.Y. Parkinson's Support Group. PARKINSON I've become an "A.M. Whiner", though I used to be a "Rise and Shiner". I start a sudden storm in my cup when I attempt to pick it up. The laces won't cooperate when I try to tie my shoes. The buttons won't go through the holes they stubbornly refuse. I might need a hand to help me stand when my balance is off a bit. When I need something tied or buttoned or pried I might need some help with it. Sometimes my writing gets so small it almost isn't there at all, I give up on eggs "Sunny Side Up" I really don't manage them well. I usually smash the egg inside when I awkwardly break the shell. I'm grateful for the pills I take to calm me down so I won't shake, or speak too softly, or shuffle my feet, or get too stiff and stick to my seat. Yes, I'm not too bad when my pills kick in and I can use my hands to create again. So right now I'll be content with Eldepryl and Sinemet. By Patricia B. Stonis Gainesville, Florida Forwarded for your pleasure by D. K. Wood 75/18 [[log in to unmask]]