Three Thoughts that have nothing to do with Thanksgiving ( the holiday - or the board game )
#1 - “The greater my pain is the better I feel when it stops”
#2 - To Chris Musker, my #3 son. This year of you living with us has been one of the best in my - what seems like forever - all too short life. You truly understand, on a cellular level, that life should be as summer camp. Infinite Dotz for y0u. Even though we will still be working together it wont’t be he same. Katheen and I already miss you. Remember, no matter what, you always have a place in our home and in our hearts. Unless the facility they put us in won’t allow roomates. Good Luck and God Speed
#3 - I am right in the middle of a nasty upper respiratory infection, first one I have had in years. I am resting - drinking lots of fluids and taking ibuprofen for the aches and the fever. Hopefully the worst is over. And it is the worst.
Having a cold when you have parkinsons is like being forced to run a marathon on a planet where the gravity is twice that of Earth’s. Everything hits you twice as hard. I don’t know the exact science behind it all and I don’t have to. I am a humorist not a scientist.
Pains (too many to list) that should run their natural course though my body take up residence in me - haunting me - harassing me - haranguing me - hurting me - making cry like a scared child, and that is what I have become - a scared child.
Scared this U.R.I could be one the that gets me, the one that develops into a fatal bout of Pneumonia, a disease which is one of the major causes of death for people with parkinsons. Scared i’ll check into a hospital and never check out, it happens to folks every day, and it can happen very quickly.
Death does not scare me, we all have to do it. It’s the week or so before it that I fear. Will that week be one of a morphine induced colorless haze - in a place I don’t want to be - surrounded by people I hardly know? Feeling the sadness and fear of my loved ones., as they wait wait wait. They tell me I have a choice, but true choices are made in the moment, not years before, and if my body has shut down, gathering up it’s things to walk down that road alone. How much power do I really have? How much control? NONE.
So I will say this now for all of those that love - like - cherish - admire - tolerate - enjoy - laugh - eat - play music - create - with me.
Come play with me now while I still control my story - of course I will love to see you in my final days , which still could be 20 years from now - I HAVE ONLY BEGUN TO FIGHT - Come play in my summer camp world now, because once I start to pack to go - I will have already left.
Andy (no longer scared) King
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\