Putting on My Pants

I had a shower this morning, then proceeded to get dressed. I pulled on the blue pants I wear when volunteering at the hospital once a week at an adult day care program. The participants have conditions like dementia, Alzheimer’s, multiple sclerosis, stroke recovery, and more. It’s a nice place to volunteer with Parkinson’s disease because I tend to fit in rather nicely.

I can dance the slow two-step because the older folks think my shuffle is actually my dance step. And if my tremor has a mind of its own that day and they notice, they forget quickly. They don’t ask silly questions like, “Do I make you that nervous?” when I do shake. It’s a bit refreshing.

Anyhow, my husband had already left for work and I’m pulling on my pants. I got them up. It was the button that gave me trouble.

I used to lay on my bed years ago to get my zipper up if I ate one too many cookies the night before. Now, don’t tell me that you don’t know what I’m talking about. You’ve more than likely done it yourself a time or two. I’m happy to report, however, that I don’t need to do that now. I found myself some bigger pants. Ha.

This particular situation was different. My brain kept telling my fingers to put the button in the buttonhole, but my fingers had a mind of their own — they did their own thing. Isn’t that just Parkinson’s disease? You decide to go one way and your feet go another. You decide to pen a note and your fingers say, “Not now, dear.” You thought you were in charge, but when Little Monster (aka Parkinson’s disease) came to visit, he not only stayed — he took over.

My fingers decided to do what they felt like doing, and today, they felt like taking the day off. I ended up lying down just to get the fabric to lay flat so I could try to maneuver the button into the hole. It only took six tries, but I did get it in. It was a major accomplishment — I stood on the top of the mountain with my flag of victory.

I had a choice. I could get frustrated and end up in tears, my pants falling off while I felt sorry for myself. Or, I could be determined not to allow this unwanted Little Monster get the best of me, and be thankful I could still try to put on my pants.

I chose to be thankful. But I’ve got to tell you: I did think about those polyester pants with the elastic waistband that used to be the in-thing 40 years ago. They’re actually becoming somewhat appealing. Almost.

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