A/N: Thanks for the reviews. – They're really encouraging – you guys are great!
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The morning sun tore trough the thin lined curtains, and pooled onto the floor.
Greg wasn't aware of the sun. He knew he should be asleep, it was morning.
He was a lab rat, he should only know the dark hours.
But he needed answers. More answers.
He had resulted to what he felt his only option was.
The Internet. The www. The information Superhighway.
A way to make sense of what apparently didn't make sense. He didn't have questions such as, 'why me,' he was thankful for scientific logic.
Scientific logic dictated: 'Bad things happen.'
Greg reached for the volume control on his hi-fi. For once he wasn't listening to the music for the sounds created, but more to block out the silence.
Search engine inquiry: Parkinson's.
Results: 379,000.
Greg sighed at the monitor. "That many huh?" he said quietly to himself.
He clicked on a link, www.parkinsonsaction.org
"Parkinson's is the biological opposite of Alzheimer's disease: while Alzheimer's destroys the mind, leaving the body intact and functioning, Parkinson's destroys the body's ability to function, taking away the physical abilities necessary to daily life while leaving the mind prisoner inside the body."
Greg sighed. He didn't want to know this, for now, it wasn't important.
It wasn't important what was taking away his control.
He just wanted to know how to stop it.
Ultimately; that would be drugs.
New search.
Search engine inquiry: Eldepryl
Results: 10,900
Greg sighed again. He felt the panic and confusion wash over him. It felt like his clothes were strangling him.
He closed his eyes, and put his head in his hands, and leaned towards the floor. He could feel the arguments forming in his head.
'Just take the damn pills – if they were that unsafe – they wouldn't prescribe them – would they?'
'It could be something else – doctors misdiagnose patients – they can't be certain.'
He slowly rose up – his body felt stiff – another symptom – or working to late again? He picked up the bottles – he'd been prescribed two medications.
He's thoroughly read leaflets. He knew how to take it. He knew the side effects.
He just felt like he was giving in – after all – it's easy to cope with a shake in your hand?
Giving it a scientific name – essential tremor – does not make it more life threatening.
He placed the bottles down, exhaled, and ran his fingers through his hair, it was covered in sweat.
He unscrewed the bottles, and laid out the pills.
They were so small.
He picked up the glass of water, his hand shook, but he was positive it was nerves – not…. anything else. 'The' name of his condition kept swirling around in his head, but he couldn't actively put it into a sentence.
That would make it real.
This was a dream. It had to be.
But Greg knew it wasn't a dream.
He stared at the tablets for a long time, considering, before taking them and swallowing hard.
He leaned back on the chair, and tried to suppress both the reflux action, and stem the flow of tears.
'Today is the first day of the rest of your life……" he thought, holding himself.
'………And tomorrow, your going to have to tell them." He thought, as he felt the threat of nausea sway his whole body.
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I know this is a short chapter; I just wanted to show the confusion, uncertainty and fear of being diagnosed with something.
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The morning sun tore trough the thin lined curtains, and pooled onto the floor.
Greg wasn't aware of the sun. He knew he should be asleep, it was morning.
He was a lab rat, he should only know the dark hours.
But he needed answers. More answers.
He had resulted to what he felt his only option was.
The Internet. The www. The information Superhighway.
A way to make sense of what apparently didn't make sense. He didn't have questions such as, 'why me,' he was thankful for scientific logic.
Scientific logic dictated: 'Bad things happen.'
Greg reached for the volume control on his hi-fi. For once he wasn't listening to the music for the sounds created, but more to block out the silence.
Search engine inquiry: Parkinson's.
Results: 379,000.
Greg sighed at the monitor. "That many huh?" he said quietly to himself.
He clicked on a link, www.parkinsonsaction.org
"Parkinson's is the biological opposite of Alzheimer's disease: while Alzheimer's destroys the mind, leaving the body intact and functioning, Parkinson's destroys the body's ability to function, taking away the physical abilities necessary to daily life while leaving the mind prisoner inside the body."
Greg sighed. He didn't want to know this, for now, it wasn't important.
It wasn't important what was taking away his control.
He just wanted to know how to stop it.
Ultimately; that would be drugs.
New search.
Search engine inquiry: Eldepryl
Results: 10,900
Greg sighed again. He felt the panic and confusion wash over him. It felt like his clothes were strangling him.
He closed his eyes, and put his head in his hands, and leaned towards the floor. He could feel the arguments forming in his head.
'Just take the damn pills – if they were that unsafe – they wouldn't prescribe them – would they?'
'It could be something else – doctors misdiagnose patients – they can't be certain.'
He slowly rose up – his body felt stiff – another symptom – or working to late again? He picked up the bottles – he'd been prescribed two medications.
He's thoroughly read leaflets. He knew how to take it. He knew the side effects.
He just felt like he was giving in – after all – it's easy to cope with a shake in your hand?
Giving it a scientific name – essential tremor – does not make it more life threatening.
He placed the bottles down, exhaled, and ran his fingers through his hair, it was covered in sweat.
He unscrewed the bottles, and laid out the pills.
They were so small.
He picked up the glass of water, his hand shook, but he was positive it was nerves – not…. anything else. 'The' name of his condition kept swirling around in his head, but he couldn't actively put it into a sentence.
That would make it real.
This was a dream. It had to be.
But Greg knew it wasn't a dream.
He stared at the tablets for a long time, considering, before taking them and swallowing hard.
He leaned back on the chair, and tried to suppress both the reflux action, and stem the flow of tears.
'Today is the first day of the rest of your life……" he thought, holding himself.
'………And tomorrow, your going to have to tell them." He thought, as he felt the threat of nausea sway his whole body.
_=_=_=_
I know this is a short chapter; I just wanted to show the confusion, uncertainty and fear of being diagnosed with something.