Music, Music, Music...

The PD creeps in with symptoms surfacing before the next dose is scheduled, yet in this season, I am so busy, I can't let it stop me. I have taken doses earlier than scheduled and an extra dose in the evening if there is something going on that I want to do.

Dr. V made no comment when I told him this, but he prescribed an ER form of the Carbidopa Levadopa to make it longer lasting. I'm not sure if there's a difference yet after only a few days on it. "Exercise," was his last word to me as I left his office.

The big show of the year took place last night for my chorus. The full to overflowing crowd gave us a standing ovation. I know I put my best effort into it, focusing on all we have learned and on the director right in the moment. Her frequent exhortations during rehearsals to keep moving were answered by my new involuntary weavings and waving, side effects from the drugs. I worried sometimes they were weird or spastic looking. Whatever they were, probably they were not much different than those of my choral sisters.

That's me in red.

I am in two choral groups now, one is seasonal, and also the singing, ukulele playing foursome, "The Woe Nellies," All three are active this weekend starting Friday with the JHC show last night and finishing with the Cotillion Singers on Sunday night when we perform at the Princeton Contra Dancers' Cotillion, their big holiday event at the Trinity Cathedral in Trenton. Actually, on Monday night, at our JHC holiday party at our director's home we will be singing holiday songs and we will also try out, for the first time, our next contest tune, "When You Wish Upon A Star."


So, exercise in the usual sense has taken, some days, a back burner, but my vocal chords and my whole breathing mechanism has had a work out lately. I am following the advice of the physical therapist who began with the query, "Do you sing?"