I can not get the thought out of my head that I have Parkinson’s. It is always there. I can try to keep busy and do other things but PD is always there like a specter. I was at a train exhibit last Thursday and went on a train ride. Sitting there I leaned my chin on my hand as I looked out the window. My hand started to shake. “I’m here! I am coming to get you.”
I feel like I am tied up and laying on the tracks. I can not get away and off in the distance I hear a distant train whistle. The ground beneath me shakes just a little bit but it is enough to tell me that the train is coming closer. Sooner or later I will see it racing towards me. Sooner or later it will run me over.