Dancing in the Rain: Lessons Learned on my Personal Journey with PD (more at www.PDPlan4Life.com) Copyright 2013 Sheryl Jedlinski
Getting dressed takes longer and longer as Parkinson’s disease progresses, prompting us to continually seek ways to shave a few minutes off the process. This is why I wear my bathing suit under my clothes when I head for the pool, and carry my underwear in my swim bag for later. The next logical time saving step seemed to be forgetting the underwear entirely, driving home “commando,” and showering and changing when I got there.
What seemed like a great plan, quickly fell apart when set into motion. Somewhere between my locker and the sauna, I misplaced my pants. Wearing only my Cher souvenir t-shirt from Vegas (how very appropriate), with my naked butt hanging out, I retraced my steps in the locker room desperately asking anyone and everyone if they had found a wayward pair of black pants. No further explanation was necessary. It took what seemed like a lifetime before I found my pants balled up under a bench. So much for my time saving idea…
I had thought about calling my husband and asking him to bring me some pants, but that option disappeared when I realized I had left my cell phone in my car. Just as well; it was not a call I looked forward to making.
Now I understand why my mother and grandmother always warned me to wear clean underwear when I left the house