Dyskinesia hit whilst on the way to the pub.
Both feet twisting and being wrung out like damp tea towels. Stopped me in my tracks. This was serious. A gin and lemonade had my name on it. Tried my usual metaphorical box of tricks to get moving: counting steps – nope, music – nope, walking backwards – nope, crying – nope, whining – nope, but what about karaoke?
I put my headphones on and sang Wham Rap at the top of my voice (other musical genres are available) and immediately my feet unlocked and unclenched and I ran the length of the high street to the pub, singing at the top of my voice.
Julie Walker
Parky patient
Illustration by Hammo