Public Perception of Parkinson’s Disease in the streets of Saint Louis du Sénégal (Part I)

As we were strolling down a quiet Quai Giraud around 11pm last night (near where the grilled meat man sells his evening brochettes – his mother-goat with her red collar and fawn colour fur, free by day to forage the nearby streets; in the late evenings spooning with her master the grilled meat man for warmth in the riverside chill), Abdoukhadre was addressed by a young woman standing in front of her family home, her chin flicking inquisitively in my direction: “Daffa ragal dox?”  Is she afraid to walk?

Multi-tasking

Multi-tasking Part I

Mask  - October 31 2013 (behind on posting…)

It has been Scientifically Proven that Women Multi-task Better than Men

This morning I let my gender down:

After 3 painful hours of non-stop packing/cleaning, I was unable to simultaneously slow melt a palate sized slab of chocolate (85% Cacao) and swallow pain killers

During my search for a method, my Parkinsonian hand tremored the water from the cup up into my nose and onto my glasses; morsels of chocolate and of Ibuprofen scattered or swallowed indiscriminately

Possibly the inspiration for a Halloween costume mask?

Multi-tasking Part II November 17, 2013

On October 31st 2013 I lamented on facebook my failure to uphold the Scientifically Proven 

Fact of Women’s Superiority over Men in Multi-tasking (due to my oral mismanagement of 

chocolate and Ibuprofen…). 

Yesterday Abdoukhadre, my husband, re-established that Fact. 

It began with a ceremonial frozen shrimp ring crown blessing dance (Fig. 1). 

(Fig. 1: Note shrimp ring on his head)

Then at the same time as he was defrosting said shrimp in the microwave, Kha decided to run next door for the Garlic Alfredo Sauce: late to migrate, our apartment already rented, we were juggling last minute renos chez nous, packing chez nos amis and sleeping where there was a free bed. (Fig. 2).

(Fig. 2 Princess and the Pea bed:

our tenant added his own Queen size even though the apt is rented as furnished…). 

While next door Kha decided to carry back a few other items including Greek Salad Dressing with Garlic and the scale for weighing our suitcases and something else I have since forgotten in the ensuing hilarity. Thus while defrosting the blessed shrimp and carrying multiple sources of garlic and other stuff, he decided to open our front door (Fig. 3)

( Fig. 3 Garlic at our front door)

So in the spirit of song quoting fb status updates (such as my high school friend Joanne Macnair’s uplifting nostalgic hits from “our days” or my wayward nephew Jason Juke McGovern's dark lyrics that provoke concerned comments from his fb friends who should know that lack of multiple meaningless typos indicate that said indicators of depression et al where NOT written by Jason… ):

“I am Woman Hear Me Roar!”