>A BAD MORNING > > >Waking up >I know I am in trouble >from the degree of stiffness >in my body's barometer >and the fact I am lying on my stomach >this is my version of a turtle on his back >I can barely lift or turn my head >tendons creak like rusty hinges >clock/radio reads 11:00 >this is not good news >with Parkinson's disease >sleeping in has it's price >I am WAY behind in my medication >the phone rings >persistent, insistent >I glare at it, sitting there >so smug, functional >so close (for most people) >but for me right now >it might as well be on top of a > nt > u a > o i >m n >in Alaska >I'm frozen as a dead Eskimo >in a collapsed igloo >I haven't fallen (like the commercial) >but I sure can't get up >or reach the phone >the answering machine clicks on >my voice recites a clever poem >if I was so clever >I would have taped me saying >H E L P ! >O.K., stay calm, don't panic >today is? >Saturday, strike one >weekday mornings a homemaker comes >makes sure this doesn't happen >I strain to hear any noises >my two sons might make >that's a switch! >oh yeah, they stayed at grandma's >so their uncle could take them fishing >one of the countless things... >anyway, strike two >my wife is working until 2:00 > 3 L-O-N-G hours away >and anyone dropping in >won't hear me yell >my face stuck in this damn pillow >strike three! >startled, I jump (not literally) >as the phone rings again >I can't free my hands or push myself up >I grunt and thrash about >thin blanket weighs a ton >I move a whole inch or two >panic, claustrophobia mount >shaking with the effort >I try to kick the covers off >the phone stops ringing > up >I jump and > down > pound on the W > A > L > L >tip > over > furniture >Sm aS H things >(all in my mind) >temper tantrum over >I turn my head >there is my P > O > L > E >from floor to ceiling >strong, secure >designed so I can pull myself up >easily, normally >if I were in any other >stupid bloody position! >there on the night stand >in plain sight, usually within reach >my little plastic pill container >carefully stocked with the six >prescription drugs I take >my constant companion, day and night >also, a glass of water, with a straw >most mornings >I take my medication/painkillers >then wait for them to K I C K in >so eventually, I can get up >and dress myself >like a real grown-up! >I also keep pills there for >the typical events of the >middle of last night >waking me up in pain from >back spasms >horrible cramps in my calves and feet >I took too much medication >(In retrospect) on an empty stomach >the pain soon replaced by manic energy >squirming, thrashing >un con troll able movements >sleep became an impossible dream >getting out of bed >knowing I had crossed >from the land of stone movements >to the realm of incessant motion >sitting in front of the computer >writing for several hours >my chair's diminished squeaking >matching return of control >back to the Dark Side, Luke >finally crawling back to bed >my wife must have thrown the >(light?) blanket over me >when she left for work 5 hours ago... > >I haven't moved for so long >I'm now incapable of all >but the slightest motions >clock tells me 10 minutes have past >it seems so much longer! >claustrophobia returns >I feel trapped, stifling, unable to breathe >It takes mighty efforts to >raise myself on shaking arms >but I can't transfer my weight to roll >several of these Parkinson's pushups >then I collapse, frustrated >my face stuck in my pillow (again) >drifting back off to sleep >in vivid nightmares, unable to run >ring, ring, ring >phone!! >during my nightmare >I have thrashed one arm free >if I can reach just a little further >my fingertips reach the cord >gently, gently >it stops ringing >no, wait! >if I pull just a little... > C > R > A > S > H > >instrumentoftorture >falls on the floor >the throb of the receiver >a thousand angry bees in my head >infuriating message >please hang up the phone! >I laugh maniacally >ranting at the disembodied voice >I'd like to hang you up, you... >wait! >is that the doorbell? >it is! >it rings several times >followed by a series of knocks >no use to holler, but I do anyway >I'm in here! >I pray the door is unlocked >please >somebody, anybody! >opening it, might hear me >the doorknob rattles twice >then the sounds of a car door >and a car driving away >GODDAMMITALLTOHELL!! >molten rage >my head pounds >as bad as my heart >anger gives way to despair >bitter tears score my face >FUTURE? >what future? >this is only a sneak preview >when the REAL show comes >this could be the highlight of my day! >eventually, with calm determination >after a half hour of imperceptible movements >each one a miniature battle >in twilight, barbed wire trenches >I have maneuvered close to the >Oasis! >pill container in my hand >open, after a brief struggggggggggle >I choke down some pills with spit >the luxury of water >not worth the additional effort >20 minutes later >I am tuddah! M O B I L E >by the time my wife >gets home from work >I am as close to normal > as I get >she asks about my day >a torrent of volcanic words >threatens to spew >I choke them back >while my emotions battle >JEALOUSY of her freedom >ENVY of her well-earned fatigue >FEAR of my dependance on her >irrational RESENTMENT of her health >ADMIRATION of her strength >LOVE for so many reasons >I finally manage a non-committal >"Same as usual, how was your's?" > >Bill Harrington > > > >