Pacing ourselves

MARIE: We’re recently back from holiday, where we made more or less a circle by car from home in The Netherlands through a few days in Bruges in Belgium, a week in a chalet in the Loire Valley in France, and a couple of days visiting friends in Luxemburg on the way home.

There were a couple of firsts involved. This was our first driving holiday together and partly served as a taster / tester for a trip we are hoping to make in the spring, driving through the national parks of the Western US. Since Jon now only drives shorter distances that he is already familiar with, I did all the driving. Would that exhaust me? Would we bicker about directions and the need for breaks? Would Jon’s back complain at the amount of enforced sitting? Happily, the answer in all cases was NO. Our GPS (known as Mrs Tom) played a big part in this, but we also found that this is a holiday form that suits us both, at least for now.

This was also the first holiday Jon has ever suggested in all the time we have known each other. For the last 16 years, every holiday we have been on has been my idea – even most (but not quite all) of our visits to see Jon’s children and grandchildren have been suggested and organized by me. It was so nice, just really nice, that for once I didn’t have to convince and cajole him, but could sit back and think that “yes, that sounds like a pretty good idea – okay, let’s do it”. A first, but hopefully not a last. Admittedly, the reason behind it is that my one-time workaholic husband now finds himself with too much time on his hands and not enough energy to spend it in a productive manner. But I count this holiday (and those to follow?) as a thick silver lining.

Lastly, this is the first holiday where we have had to fit our activities around Jon’s medication regime and periods of wearing off. He is still struggling with strangely slow effects of his drugs, and fairly short periods of optimal effects. He takes a dose every four hours, but each dose only gives him about 2 ½ hours of peak condition, which obviously means 1 ½ hours out of every four hours when he is slow (both physically and mentally), tired and often in some discomfort.

It is an evolving task to find the right pattern of daily activities to fit around Jon’s ups and downs. We would regularly get in the car when Jon was on top of the world, only to find that by the time we arrived at our destination he would be hunched and shuffling and in no fit state to enjoy anything other than a sit down. So we spent much time enjoying the late summer sun in the street cafés thoughtfully provided by the tourist industry, and less time exploring monasteries and castles and medieval town centres (which I am sure suited Jon absolutely fine). We also fell into a rhythm of doing much one day and little the next, giving him time to rest and both of us time to make a good dent in the large pile of books we had brought with us.

These are obviously patterns that we must also make room for on future holidays, so perhaps our days of traveling in small groups with a guide are over, and perhaps we have to adjust our rather ambitious itinerary plans for the US trip. But what is also clear is that holidays are still very much an option and highly enjoyable for us both – so long as we allow for the fact that Dr Parkinson is our constant, invisible companion.