Monday, January 21, 2013

Who Is Your Disease?


During my darker days in the fall of 2012, I created a character to describe the disease that took  control of my body.

The more I thought, about it the more real it became.  It was an parasitic alien force that shared my mind and body, and wanted to be the only one in control.  The creature had a name, Mordred.

I image Mordred looks like an Easter Island Totem.  You know, big head and long face, topped with a large stone hat.  Mordred moved by wobbling, rolling his big  ungainly head, left and right, gaining just a few inches with each twist.

It was Mordred who wanted me to take a nap in the afternoon.  And Mordred, who whispered “Give up. Don’t try anything new.  Stop now before you fail miserably.”

Please , Dear Reader, before you conclude that I’m going completely off my dot, I assure you that I am speaking just of a mental device.  Mordred represents the extra layer of nuisance  and discontent that I must carry around and deal with.  At the core of my being, I am the same healthy person that existed before my P.D. diagnosis.

Now that I have personified Parkinson’s disease, I can have a conversation with it.  And my message to Mordred?  “Screw off.  I know who you are, and I will not listen to your  negative messages. “

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