Eight Days to Amish

No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work. (The title of this blog is in no way aspirational or should be considered an endorsement of the Amish lifestyle)

Showing posts with label Parkinson's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parkinson's. Show all posts
Monday, October 19, 2020

Parkinson's update & where do they get those long drug names

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  (671 words) My neurologist just prescribed me Amantadine to go along with my Pramipexole and Levothyroxine. Or as I call them, the little ...
Monday, September 21, 2020

I'm told I exude calmness; is it Parkinson's?

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  (767 words) It was a startling sort of compliment about a man who appeared hard to startle. That man was me. We were having basement party...
Thursday, January 16, 2020

In the ring: fighting Parkinson's with boxing

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(771 words) I became a personal pacifist in 5th grade a split second after my right fist caved in the face of Mark Duncan on the fro...
Thursday, May 30, 2019

Golfing with my handicaps

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(675 words) It is said with an earnest concern I find humbling, which is why I feel ashamed when I respond with jackass humor whenev...
Friday, April 5, 2019

Optimist gets world's worst rejection letter

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(702 words) In my evergreen attempts to gauge my occupational results (pathetic) versus my potential (monumental), I think I’ve sett...
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