i don't know if anyone is going through this, but since we are at an inspirational stage right now, I think we could use some inspiration.

Would someone break into a chorus of MY WAY please ?

This socially humiliating disease can inspire inspiration, and we need to walk the walk. We need some giggles if not outright laughter...why not go for the whole thing? No topic - just do what we do - free fall - and keep it going indefinitely??

What's on your mind? Have you lost yours? Have you lost yours a little but still feel like you can fake it?

Next?

Paula

Hi Paula, I hate to think that I'm losing part of my mind, but the proof is in the pudding. I prepared coffee this week and realized after all 12 ounces were prepared that I'd forgotten to place my mug under the spout, so it was all over my counter and my carpet got drenched. Thank god for my microfiber towels. One towel solved the problem and my carpet looks fine.

I still work in lab, but I triple check everything I do.

My automatic pilot is out of commission much of the time. I need to think about everything that I do.

I'm heading home now, about 11 pm. The T isn't crowded now and it's more pleasant that way. But I walk more like Frankenstein, and people get out of my way. I was self conscious when I was young and relatively healthy, but not now. I do what I have to do, and that's that. Goodnight.

~Zucchini

I fell, landed on my rear,
Grabbed a hold of the kitchen curtains.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case, my can is hurtin'

I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets? I have a few,
Im broke again, just spent my pension.
I did what I had to do
And I crawled to the loo, without hesitation.

I planned each charted course -
And shuffle-stepped along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I grabbed one dish, and three flew
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all, and tried not to fall
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so confusing.

To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
Before he trips over his heels.
The record shows, I landed on my nose
And did it my way.

Yes, it was my way.

very well done steve!!
now about that lou thing? hahahahaha!

...to the tune of.....On Top of Old Smokey

THE GREAT MONSTER TRANSFORMATION

My body`s not working
As good as it might
My brain cells have left me
They`ve all taken flight.


And I`d like them back please
Without them I`m shot
Those cute little brain cells
Were all I had got.

I once could move sideways
And forwards and back
So gracefull and easy.
These skills I now lack

Incontinence beckons
Whenever I cough
And all cos these brain cells
Have all buggered off.

They helped me look normal
The same way as you
But now I`m this Monster
And I`m feeling blue

My arms and my legs now
Just do their own thing
I`m nearly an expert
At the Highland Fling

And if you stand close by
You`d better watch out
Without any warning
I`ll give you a clout.

A smack in the kisser
Will shock you for sure
My stray fist will knock you
Cold out on the floor.

Alas I can`t help this
Aggressive display
Cos I have got PD
And it`s here to stay.

So when I am drooling
And lurching for you
With arms that are flailing
Then here`s what to do.

Just leg it for shelter
As quick as you can
Cos I am the bog eyed
PD BOGEY MAN.


Will thisd do Paula.

Hugs
x

I woke up giggling and laughing.....these posts are downright entertaining. Thank you all so much.

Zuch flower: Along the same lines as your coffee disaster but not quite as messy. I used the squirt hose at my kitchen sink and now it won't turn off. I've taken it apart and put it back together, but it's broken and the water can't be steered back to the faucet.

Of course I have no memory, and now for 3 days (I do THINK about having it fixed - can't be hard) I've been going to use the sink, and not remembering in spite of many facial and upper body drenchings, that the hose is on.

I'll probably walk out to the kitchen when finished posting, having completely forgotten by then, and squirt myself in the face.

Steve and Steffi - should have been comedy writers - I certainly agree with Tena's comments.

paula

hahaha, lol, lol lolol

you guys and gals are toooo muchh. haha!

OH my gosh I was singing along to your verses, steffi & steve! Holy hannah...so funny...

It doesn't get any better than this (well, that I can remember anyway). Thank God for my sense of humor. I rely on it just to make it through the day.

Thanks for the post, Paula ... and thanks to all who added to it (Zucchini, Steve, Tena, Steffi). You made the start of my day perfect!

Terri

it's more dark than funny tho,

I say a little prayer tune

The moment I wake up
Before I can try to get up
I pop a bunch of pills to move
While waiting to kick on
And wondering when pain will be gone
I pop a bunch of pills to move

Whenever, whatever, I’ll stay in my bed
Or roll onto floor
Whenever, whatever, on hands and knees now
Head down and butt up
Together, together, that's how it must be
To live without drugs
Would only be heartbreak for me

I head for the bathroom,
As meds flow and kick on zoom zoom
I take a bunch of pills to move
Can’t work, I ‘m too slow now
And all through my day at home now
I take a bunch of pills to move

Forever, forever, this stays in my brain
And I will fight it
Forever, forever we never will part
Oh, how I'll fight it
Together, together, the meds I must see
To live without them
Would only be heartbreak for me

I pop a bunch of pills to move

I pop a bunch of pills to move

Forever, forever, this stays in my brain
And I will fight it
Forever, forever we never will part
Oh, how I'll fight it
Together, together, the meds I must see
To live without them
Would only be heartbreak for me


My friends do believe me
For me there is nothing ....
Without pills

Hand me my drugs
I am stiffening up now
Need to pop some pills yeah

I need a bunch of pills….

fade

paula