Boy, did I do something dumb. Yesterday my husband and I planned a fairly long hike that involved two cars, one at each end of the trail. The logistics were complicated. I realized about the time we reached the trailhead to start that I had forgotten to pack my next dose of meds which was due about 30 minutes into the 31/2-hour hike. To go back home would be so time-consuming it would effectively cancel the outing. So I decided to just grin and bear it . I did not tell my husband. For a while I was OK, although I had to think about every single step. Then as my gait deteriorated, my husband figured out that something was going on. The hiking got harder and harder and harder. By the end I was using my walking stick AND my husband's. The lesson learned is that while a positive attitude is important, I must take my meds in a timely fashion because I DO have Parkinson's. Many thanks to the patience of my loving husband.
