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Isn’t it just so bizarre that you can be standing there minding your own business when all of sudden you notice that you have just let go of the form you are in line to get rubber stamped, and it has floated to the ground? And with just a bit of replay analysis by your brain, you realize that you did it yourself? I would rather blame “Them” as Clive does, instead of blaming my PD, but I’ve got other odd events in my narrative to mention, too, now that we are realizing that we are all brothers and sisters with PD and not just fellow sufferers. A handful of years ago I was on vacation in France, staying for a night at a fancy hotel (it featured four-ply toilet paper and $30-a-bowl lobster bisque). These places are usually a nuisance to me because I frequently get hungry in the late evening and these high brow joints close all the kitchens after dinner. Anyway, I walked out of the hotel and down the street, and to my blessing I happened on a bistro or sandwich place. Now at that time I was experiencing gait unsteadiness–okay, I was walking like a drunk, even though “my lips had never touched the brew.” So I walked forward and veered to the left then stumbled backwards a bit. The business was light then, so I could see and hear the two workers looking at me and commenting. I did my best to understand the menu and ordered half a roast beef sandwich. To the coda: When I got back to the hotel, I found a full-sized sandwich in the bag–and realized that the workers had been agreeing with each other that I was drunk. I mention all this just to note that the stumble-bum drunken appearance stopped a few months later and went on holiday for a couple of years. It is just now making its reappearance.
Look for another fascinating post in a bit.