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Kingdom of Parkinson’s. 1. The Gate

 The Kingdom of Parkinson’s

 

The Gate | The Family | The Shrink | The law | OnMeOwn | Plumber | The Place | The Market | Friends | The Translator | The Writers | The  Overthinkers | The Craftswomen | The Chemists | The Invisibles | The Scientists | The Clinicians | The Stock Market | The Comforters | The Voice of the Kingdom | Princes and Princesses | Homesick | The Family | The Gate


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Chapter 1. The Gate

Wim Rozenberg FotografieYou enter through a gate, absolutely convinced you’re the only one there. You don’t have a clue the what’s coming next, now that you’ve unintendedly gone in. All you know is that this is definitely NOT where you want to be. At all. The gate closes behind you. Huh? Hang on, I don’t want to be here. I am sure this must be a mistake, this can’t have been the right gate. Didn’t even want to go through a gate in the first place. You turn around to see where you came from. No…can’t be! That gate matches my shape exactly. Just like in a cartoon you know, when a cat or a mouse crashes through a wall. This must have been the wrong gate. I didn’t want to go through a gate of any shape or form. You do a double check…it really is my shape, with arms outstretched in total panic.

TURN BACK!

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Too late. The gate is no longer what it was. It’s no longer my shape, my old familiar shape. Can anyone tell me what’s going on here? I check my gate again. How odd…it has turned into a narrow opening which is definitely not wide enough for me to pass through. Or is it? Hm. Just you wait. I walk up to my gate, or at least to what’s left of it, tuck in my stomach and I try to squeeze through sideways. No luck. But wait, what’s that story again, the one about  ‘when your head fits through a hole, the rest of your body will, too? Right, here we go. Head first through the narrow rectangular opening. Stuck. My head almost becomes stuck. Have to be careful now, as my brain is in that head, and I wouldn’t want to continue this journey without a brain, now would I. I pull back.

CATS

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And it crosses my mind that this thing about your head fitting through something etc was about cats. Not about people. Cats don’t have collarbones, that’s why. I do have collarbones.

 

I Don’t Want To Be Here

I’m getting a bit lost now, on the wrong side of the gate. How did I end up here? I only went to the neurologist because I had a tiny teeny-weeny problem with my arm and my foot and now I’m here. I really, really don’t want to be here. How am I ever going to get out of here? My gate has lost its good old shape. What am I supposed to do here?

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