Atypical Trans Late Bloomer

I've had a curious Google experience. I keep notes, calendars, and files on Google systems. I use Google docs, a Google browser, and some Google cloud services. My neurologist tells me I have Parkinson's. So I've done some searching, made some notes, made some appointments. Then I went to Google news. Saw a compelling advertisement, starting with a man (of my age) in a dimly lit room, talking about the things I'm interested in. Even more: talking about the things I'm afraid of. The banner ad shifts, and authoritatively tells us that hallucinations and delusions can be part of Parkinson's. Finally: clarity! The ad shifts again. The text goes away, we see bright light through the shaded window, we see a spouse/caregiver looking concerned and moving in. Hey look, it's not just him! There are more caring people involved! I bet he's only thinking of himself. Also, note that about half the panel is dark space. There's mystery and monsters here.

This is, by theme, my Mental Health Blog. Sometimes, physical health affects mental health. Current advances in neurology make it difficult to separate exactly what's mental and what's physical. Thursday I got the word to add early Parkinson's Disease to my list of physical issues. My symptoms are beginning with cogwheel rigidity of the left hand, thank you very much. My neurologist made the call, and I think he is a rock star. This is such a pain in the ass. I am exactly at the mean age of onset. Smokers face a reduced risk of Parkinson's! I should have smoked. Mortality is 7 to 14 years, with the last three years spent in relative incapacitation. I don't mind dying, I really don't. I do mind not being able to ride a bike. I mind being dependent on the care of others. Possible a CatTrike recumbent trike will get me another year. My physical health issues include: Type 2 Insulin Dependent Diabetes High Blood Pressure Seizure Disorder Parkinson's Di

From Sue Kerr, Pittsburgh Lesbian Correspondents we have a link to M. Molly Backes' tweet : I so get this and I appreciate Backes' explanation of it. I have Impossible Tasks. Usually I have one or maybe two Impossible Tasks. I just can't get started on them. If I'm somewhat forced to face them, I can procrastinate the day away. I enter them on my calendar. I slide them forward to the next day. Repeat. Currently my most egregious Impossible Task is the right and left directionals on the front of a Volvo. It's a 17-year old car and it looks it. It's a spare car that I'm not taking out on the roads, because the inspection is overdue. Because the right and left directional housings need to be replaced. Because the cable release for the front hood won't work. When I was in my 20's and not so afflicted by Impossible Tasks (and coincidentally, PTSD) this would have been something I took care of in an afternoon. Maybe a few days, if I needed to order

I'm an "Insulin Dependent Type2 Diabetic". I've been Type2 for at least 20 years. This last year, my blood sugar numbers moved up to a different plateau which is a bad thing. My endocrinologist says, my pancreas function is degrading and it's time to start on insulin. I hate this. I hate the process, the equipment involved, the awareness load, my impression that this is a step closer to the grave. I've been using two types of slow-acting (time release), pen-injected insulin. One is once a week, one is daily. The after-insurance cost of my daily insulin went up $480/month in August, so I called my insurance company and they recommended another version, my doctor agreed with it, and the new version's after-insurance cost is $160/month. The weekly insulin went up $873 (after insurance) in August. I couldn't find a workaround, so I spoke with my doctor who gave me two month's supply from their manufacturer's samples. I'm going to milk that