My week has been so so. Like you, if I take the dog for a walk, I get home too washed out to do the thinks I would like to do.

Today my husband forgot to fill up my daily drug vial and I didn't get anything until after noon. I was a basket case, barely able to walk. My husband is on spring break and feels he has earned the right to be lazy. I feel selfish, but finally about two in the afternoon, I yelled at him while he sat playing games on the computer that I needed my meds. I take over 20 pills a day, most for what could happen when my autonomous system gets attacked by PD, ie, Metformin for diabeties even though I don't officially have it, Celexa for depression, Clonapin for mood, mirapex for restless legs, etc. and I can't keep all of them straight.

What I wouldn't give for a vacation from PD. I wish I could earn it.

I also do not have any intention of living my life according to my PD Restrictions. I will still play music, have fun with my grandchildren by my youngest son ( who never has known me without PD.) and love the lord.

Vicky