A Flat Tire and Parkinson's

I left the gym Saturday morning after Big Mike and I finished our work out -- a great start to the day or so I thought. On my way out waiting for the traffic light to turn green a young woman pulled up beside me  and motioned me to roll my window down.  I was prepared to let her down gently by telling her I was happily married. Okay, I still have some ego left. More likely I thought she needed directions. Instead she said, "Your rear tire is almost flat. Didn't you feel it shaking?" This was one of those moments in life when someone gives a person with PD an opportunity to really have fun. I could have said, "My car shakes all the time when I'm in it" or "Yes, I was going to talk to my neurologist about it" or "It's not the tire. It's just me."  As all these things raced through my head, I fought back the urge and thanked her for letting me know. I called Big Mike who came to the rescue as he often does and I got home safe and sound. Now when I drive, I always think, "Do I have a flat tire?"

I'm Pat Younts and I move to live.