It’s an odd thing. When I have one of my bizarre, vivid dreams, I rarely dream about having Parkinson’s disease. I’m usually either back in the Navy, or traveling somewhere, or in Japan, or conversing with dead relatives who are, suddenly, not dead anymore.
Last night, I dreamed about having PD.
I was in a hospital being tested, and the doctor asked me to sit on the edge of my bed and lean forward. I did so and fell forward, smacking my right cheek on the cold tile floor.
“AHA!” a nurse shouted! “That SOUND he made right before he fell. It PROVES he’s FAKING his Parkinson’s!”
I asked her what the hell she was talking about, but she started walking down a hallway and the rest of the doctors and such just dispersed. I followed her and shouted…
“I’m going to report you to the nurse supervisor!”
She turned around and pointed to her ID badge, which clearly said “Nurse Supervisor.”
“Well, I’ll report you to YOUR supervisor, then!”
She gave me a dismissive wave and walked away.
That’s when I woke up. And it took me three tries, using my walker, to get out of bed.
Still angry at the nurse in my dream, I muttered to myself, “Fake THIS, bitch!”