Oh no. How do you get a bigger picture.DOH! You need eyes like footballs to see THIS!!!

dear dale,
yes -but not unless it is bitter cold, however summer is tooo hot, anything
over 76 makes me weak?
I just do the best I can.

Tena,

Does cold weather make your tremor worse? I told my neuro last week that cold weather really affected my PD symptoms and he said he'd never heard that before. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

If you click on Steffi's picture it will make it bigger.

Steve, thanks for telling Thelma and everyone how to post a picture. I'd never figured out to click on it the second time.

Tena, thanks for info about how the cold affects you. We've had 0-10 lows and 10-20 highs for three weeks and my dsytonia and some tremors have returned and I know it is not my imagination.

Steffi - What a great picture of your dog. Too bad they don't stay that little for long!

Dale - Great snow picture. Last week we were in the upper 80's again. This week we've finally settled down into the low 70's during the day and nice and cool at night. Our version of Fall in finally here.

As for the cold, I always thought it was an old wife's tale about people who could tell when the weather was going to change because of how their body felt. Then I had two major lower back surgeries and suddenly I could tell too!. I had a doctor tell me it's the change in the barometric pressure that affects people with joint pain, arthritis, injuries, etc. I can still accurately predict when it's going to rain. And the cold is far worse for my PD than the heat. I just get so stiff and the dystonia between my shoulder blades just aches...

Todd
PDTalks.com

Shall we all run off to sunnier climates then? Like Barbados where my wedding took place.I look at this photo and try to remember how lovely it felt to run across the sand,pain free.And smile,because that night my new husband and I had the privelege of releasing over 100 baby turtles[nested on our beach] back into the sea by moonlight. What a magical moment.
steffi

I do not know why I waited so long in the distance, nor do I remember exactly what caused the separation in the first place. My approach is long overdue. As I draw closer, the lines of life that are etched ever so precisely in that once familiar face, speak to me. There, do you see that small one just above the middle of the left eyebrow? At the age of five, while playing in the back yard, a fall from a lower branch of a young oak tree growing there, resulted in the fleshy tear that took five stitches to close. Though it has lost some of its wounded-soldier luster, I can recall that frightening adventure as though it were yesterday. The tiny shriek, the embarrassed laughter and the delayed sobbing that came upon discovering the blood, colorfully display themselves within the archives of my memory. Oh, how zealous was our playing. I wonder if the thoughts behind those old, dimmed eyes are similar to the thoughts that race through my mind.

Thanks.