This is David Boots' most recent PD story. Knowing how much so many of you enjoy his writing (as do I), I am forwarding it to the list with David's permission. Dennis. > Scenes From A Mall by David Boots > > "Do you mind if we stop at the mall on the way home?...I need to pick up > some photos" she asked tentatively. He was too "off" to reply and instead > gave her a thumbs-up gesture as she changed lanes to take the next exit. > "You're awful quiet this morning, about time for your meds?" to which he > repeated his thumbs-up gesture. "I'll get you a cold soft-drink to take > them with" she replied knowing that he often tried to swallow them without > the benefit of liquids. > > As she pulled the van into a handicapped spot near the entrance, he pointed > at his watch and tried to raise his eyebrows. She said "Ten minutes at the > most" which got her another thumbs-up from him. "I'll leave the keys here > if you want to listen to the radio" she said as she got out of the van, > locking the door behind her. > > He didn't really care one way or the other as long as he could get home and > lie down soon. PD had changed him from a young to an old man over the last > several years as the disease progressed and his abilities had been taken > from him one-by-one. His neurologist had spoken with him earlier that > morning asking him if he would consider surgery in the near future to help > relieve him of some of the horrors of his life. He felt his neuro was close > to understanding what he was going through but knew that only someone with > PD can really know the score. He tried to convey what it was like to his > wife but he could tell she didn't understand. > > She truly hoped they had done the right thing by selling their farm and > moving closer to his doctor and the hospital. It seemed like he was totally > dependent on her lately and she hadn't planned on assuming that role till > much later in his life when aging naturally begins to wear the body down. > She tried to sound positive when they talked about his condition but the > neurologist had told her that hope for a cure was still years away and that > she would have to "be strong". > > The chest pains hit her as soon as she had entered the mall and she had to > grab a passerby as she stumbled forward. The man helped her to a nearby > bench and yelled for someone to call an ambulance as she felt the pain > intensifying and her right arm went numb. "My God" she thought "this is > really happening" as the pain continued to spread and the darkness closed > around her. The last thing she heard was her good Samaritan screaming > something about CPR as the crowd gathered. > > Time seemed to be dragging as he sat in the van awaiting her return. He had > let too much time pass and his body was pleading with him to take his > medicine soon. He felt like someone flipped a switch in his body to the > "OFF" position reducing him to a zombie-like state awash in waves of > negative thinking, trembling and wobbling in the front seat of the van. He > heard the sound of an ambulance and turned as best he could in his seat to > see where it was headed. Maybe she saw it and will tell him about it on > their way home. First things first, he thought as he reached over to where > she had laid his meds on the edge of the driver seat. > > As he leaned over, he pitched forward knocking the bottle to the floorboard > on the driver's side and pinning his left arm beneath his uncooperative > body and his right arm barely a foot away from the medicine lying there. > Silently cursing, he tried to raise himself as he realized he didn't have > the strength. As he lay face down across the front seat, he tried to reason > through this predicament. The horn was less than a foot above him but it > may as well have been a mile with one arm trapped beneath him and the other > unable to perform the required contortion. > > Too weak to lift himself and too weak to yell for help in the crowded mall > parking lot, he started to panic. She'd be back in a few minutes and they > would laugh about this later that night, he told himself. Yet it seemed > like more than ten minutes had passed since they parked. he fought to > control that part of his mind that had gotten him out of similar situations > in the past. He even chuckled to himself trying to imagine what somebody > watching this scenario unfold might have going through their mind. He > needed to do something soon because his left arm was losing feeling and the > effort he'd exerted in trying to raise himself off the seat had used up > almost all of his reserves. > > If he could grab hold of the steering wheel, maybe he could pull himself > up. He pictured this in his mind as he raised his right arm off the > floorboard causing him to slide farther beneath the steering wheel. Now his > face was a mere inch or so from his medicine bottle and his right arm was > twisted behind him. His left arm almost freed itself but remained wedged > underneath his immovable weight. Not even thinking of laughter as an > option, he began to cry. He cried because the easiest of tasks turn > themselves into massive efforts (often futile like this one seemed to be). > > "She'll be back any second now" he told himself, trying to keep his mind > clear in this inverted position. She'll pick me up, retrieve my medicine, > and drive us both to our new home with its warm bathroom. His bladder, > compressed under his slumped posture, began signalling to him that familiar > urge that he no longer took lightly. He felt lightheaded from being trapped > beneath the steering wheel and frustrated from staring at his bottle which > he could not grab. > > He heard voices outside the van as they went by.."she was walking into this > photo place when she apparently had a massive heart attack....once they get > her to the hospital, I'm sure they'll try to call her relatives". He tried > to call out to the strangers walking by their van but his voice was too > soft and weak to be heard as they continued on. As the blood rushing to his > head caused the darkness to descend upon him, he heard one last voice. "I > heard it's supposed to go below freezing tonight..better make sure and > bundle up". > > >