The first thing they did was give me some forms to fill out. I reminded them that I have Parkinson's disease and that writing isn't easy.
Then the nurse called me in and asked me to climb backwards onto a scale so that she could measure and weigh me. (Sure, I thought, no problem, want me to dance a jig, too?)
Next, the nurse handed me a small sterile cup and asked me to give a urine sample and be sure to write my name on the cup. (Sure, I thought, urinate in that tiny cup, maybe. Write my name on it so it can be read, she's got to be joking!) But, off I went.Now, folks, urinating in a tiny cup isn't easy for any of us girls, but just try it when you are rigid and your hands are shaking. I managed to get a small amount in the cup and didn't spill any on myself; however, the floor wasn't so lucky.
Then I was escorted to the exam room and directed to get undressed and put on a designer "one size fits absolutely no one in the entire world" paper gown and climb up on the table and wait.
By the time the Doctor came in, I was laughing almost hysterically. Why? Because we Parkies try to avoid embarrassing or harmful situations and as I sat there, I realized that I had just told a room full of people that I can't write, I could have peed all over myself and maybe broke my neck trying to get weighed.
When I stopped laughing, I told my Doctor that visiting her was the most dangerous and humiliating thing I did all week! It turns out she has a sense of humor, too. She said "Well, at least we know how to dial 911".
Thank you for reading this story, I hope you enjoyed it. This is just one of a hundred stories in my book, Parkinson's Humor - Funny Stories about My Life with Parkinson's Disease. Please consider purchasing a copy from Amazon.com or your favorite online book seller. Thank you and have a Happy Parkie Day!