Hi Everyone:
It's 8:25 PM on Sunday, March 27, 2011. I had a very good week; especially, a good weekend. Healthwise, I have successfully increased the dosage of my PD medication, Mirapex, to the prescribed level, .5 mg, three times a day. I first took the full dose Friday night, just before bed.
At half of this dose, which is what I was on last week, I was experiencing very reliable relief of my symptoms. This was especially notable at work, where I approached my teaching and research responsibilities with a zeal that has been missing for the past few weeks and months, and perhaps longer. I really had fun at work last week and found myself walking on the way to work from my car to my lab with a familiar spring in my step.
Just at the end of each dosage period, however, I could feel the grasp of the PD returning ever so slightly. I could feel this, especially in my head and jaw and thighs, which started to get really heavy. I have read that this pattern of the medication wearing off at the end of the dose period is common (although I suspect that ultimately, it's not good).
Since taking the full dose Friday night, I have had very limited symptoms. For the most part, the symptoms have not returned by the end of the current dose period. This is what I hope to get from the increased dosage. On the downside, however, this dose makes me very sleepy. I have high hopes that I will become accustomed to this dosage and will feel less sleepy as a result.
In closing, just to let you know how well I'm really doing for the moment, last night Sandy and I went to see a KC Repertory Theater production of Cabaret. Usually, I would avoid this and other musicals like the plague, especially if I were feeling sleepy. But I hadn't been out, and Sandy had earned some R&R for sure. As it turned out, I really liked this play, and the production was terrific. I really enjoyed myself.
I prepared all weekend, as did many other KU loyalists, for the big game against Virginia Commonwealth University this afternoon. As you know, the Jayhawks did not win. In one of the greatest upsets in the history of the NCAA tournament, they were dragged to defeat by a persistent, gritty VCU team. (VCU beat my Boilermakers, too!!!) I don't care what anyone says, the problem was not attitude or lack of mental preparation or fortitude. The team didn't disrespect VCU or underestimate their capabilities. They simply choked. They could not find the bottom of the basket. They couldn't tip it in; they couldn't jump shoot it in, nor could they make a free throw. They tried to dunk it in, but the referees weren't calling fouls, so even this was not consistently effective. No, I don't mean to disparage the team. In fact, I thank them for the brilliant, wildly entertaining season. When push comes to shove and one looks at the situation objectively, however, one must simply admit that a choke is a choke, and what the team did was indeed a choke. Oh well, it's only a few months before they start up again. I don't believe I'll hear anybody claiming that they'll take next year off. I certainly won't.
Thanks for taking the time from your day to check the blog and see what's going on in my life. I hope you've gleaned correctly, that at least for the past week, I've been coping very well. I love hearing from you too, so don't forget to drop me a line every now and then to let me know how you're doing.
All best,
Marc