This site has undergone many changes since I began it in 2014. Its new title, reflects my current situation, in particular the subtitle,: Stories on Myself: Notes of a PwP
In 2023 I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s, PD. This came as no surprise. For several years I had noticed a patten of irritating anomalies, which I attributed simply to aging. Once, not quite a decade ago, I got up in the middle of the night to take a leak and found myself making little bitty stamping steps as I crossed the hall of my friend’s apartment in Innsbruck. I thought nothing of it. On that or a later trip, during an excursion to ski in the Dolomites, I found myself incapable of even the most basic turns. I fell down repeatedly, to the point that I gave up, took the lift down to the sunny terrace below where I sat drinking beer and waiting for my friend Fritz to finish his appointed runs.
When covid struck, I found myself strangely at ease with its imposed confinement. I easily accepted that travel was out of the question and that socializing had to be constricted. But other minor irritations began to accrue. My handwriting devolved to a scribble. It was often hard to hear what was being said, and my speech, especially at the end of a day, became feeble, hoarse. I began to wear tee-shirts and pullovers, without realizing this was avoid the trauma of buttons.
I didn’t resume life as before after the quarantine was lifted. I began a new one.