This morning I am on a train speeding north to see a client for the day in Manchester. Back in normal work mode, the only obvious reminder of the dramatic events of last week is the bruising I have in my wrist where a catheter was inserted to inspect my heart function.
Since my two day stay in hospital I reduced my medication and am now experiencing only mild symptoms of the heart problems. The flip side is that I get a little more Parkinson's symptoms.
Clara and I spent Saturday night in Paris on a long-planned weekend away. We are determined to carry on living our lives to the full in spite of the respective issues that we are dealing with.
A lot can happen in a week.
But I'm not out of the woods yet. I still haven't got to the bottom of the cardiac problems and they are still reminding me occasionally that they haven't gone away. To complicate matters I am now dealing with four medics: my neurologist, The Professor; the cardiologist (let's call him Professor P); the Parkinson's nurse and my GP surgery.
I will attempt to join the dots across all these people as well as across my symptoms and medication.
Living with Parkinson's certainly keeps me busy.
