ON and OFF

JON: Since my last post, I’ve been soldering on – no, not a typo: I’ve actually done some soldering which has come out OK, or more than OK if I say so myself. Of course these things are binary, it either works or it doesn’t, and this time it worked at the first attempt. So my fine motor skills seem to be OK as do my cognitive skills (to me, at least…).

I’ve also done some painting and photography. I’m rather pleased with the photographs, less so with the painting. But I’ve only done a short course on painting this winter and my work compared fairly favourably with that of the other students. Actually, my paintings weren’t great by any measure, but I have the excuse that while each lesson ran from 6:30 pm to 9:00 pm, my medication effect rarely lasted much beyond 8:00 pm. The photography, however, is a long-standing interest, so I feel more competent with that. Attached are a couple of my pictures – it may not be high art, but I like them.

Admittedly, though, the last week or so has been on the unpleasant side. I take my drugs at the correct time, but some times they don’t work. With increasing frequency they fail to take effect at all and I’m reduced to shuffling along like an old man (OK, maybe I am an old man). Thinking becomes hard, muscles become weak, I ache and find it hard to remember that I will feel better soon.

My brain let my body down twice last week. On Monday morning I was fine when I got on the bus to the Oak House day centre, but (expletive of you choice here) felt utterly shattered when we arrived. I took an extra dose of L-dopa, slept for over an hour, and eventually started to feel better.

On Friday afternoon, things were reversed. I had a good day at the Oak House and got on the bus to go home feeling fine, but after being bumped around for what seemed like several hours but was in fact less than 20 minutes, I almost had to crawl to get to the front door. Once inside, I just flopped, took some quick release L-dopa, went straight to bed and just lay there waiting for the pills to kick in – repeating my little mantra of ‘it will get better’ and as always it did get better. But the waiting is the worst.

It turns out that it’s not uncommon for the effect of the Parkinson’s drugs to become erratic. So now I’ve been offered to have a duodopa pump fitted that will deliver the L-dopa more smoothly. It seems to have some pros and cons. On the plus side it allows a fine control of the L-dopa, but on the minus side as far as I can tell a PEG tube would be inserted through my skin and directly into my stomach and left there. I’ll presumably get a switch, or possibly a knob, to control the dosage. Marie seems quite taken with the concept of gaining an extra appendage, though the maintenance is a slight worry.

We’re going to an information day with lots of people who have lived with the pump for years, so I’ll know much more before it’s decision time. Watch this space.