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Hi Wendy Here's my offering... ON THURSDAY I WAS NORMAL... On Thursday I was normal, dammit, and now just look at me - I'm fifty-nine and half as fine as what I ought to be! Last Thursday I was normal (I was "ON" you see) My pills had worked - no tablet shirked - and coped with my PD Last Thursday I was normal 'Twas plain for all to see: I went in public: no one asked "What CAN be wrong with he?" Now I'm all tense, my tremor's bad my anguish all can see... Last Thursday I was normal - Diane had said it first Good title for a book, said Mike - I'm starting with this verse. I try to help the younger ones make sense of their PD. It's not too hard, once they have seen how variable it can be! Last Thursday I was normal: or so it seemed to me. But you, no doubt, could see the truth ... you chose to humour me. I ride my bike, I play some squash, I force myself to do those things which once I did with ease - you should see me tie my shoe: for when I'm OFF, my hands don't work and then it's "no can do"! Last Thursday I was normal (?) - Will I ever be again? Thank you YAPP&RS, for your support - You help me bear the pain. -- Jeremy Browne - [log in to unmask] Hampshire, UK