Its not that much is it, not when you say it out loud. 2 milligrammes. Milli meaning one thousandth. One teeny tiny thousandth of a gramme. One millionth of a kilogramme! Its not much is it?
2mg extra of ropinerole in my daily diet or not? That sayeth the man is the question, and he goes on (for quite a bit really)
‘Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. To die, to sleep–No more–and by a sleep to say we end the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished’
Well if I am honest, and I am usually, tis not a consummation devoutly wished at all, nobler in the mind or not. Anyway I digress wildly, for twas not William the Bard who asked me this question it was (Ok, twas, just for you one more time but no more) twas my GP. I don’t think he meant to sound like a drug dealer at the school gates “go on son you know you want to” and I don’t think for one minute he will earn some extra cash on some fiendish performance related pay scheme by prescribing extra drugs, although you never know hmmmm, but lets, for the moment, assume not. No, lets assume he cares about my well being. That being so, I am left with the question – 2mg or not 2mg ?-
Some context may be handy at this point, compared to many Parkinsons sufferers, my symptoms are fairly mild, compared to the general populace, I shake wildly and cannot write, but hey ho. So to control my symptoms I take a small dose of a drug which works on the central nervous system (CNS). Every time I increase the dose I get closer to the time when the drug loses its effect. Every time I increase the dose I know it will knock me sideways for a few days, rather like a hangover without the party, a very poor deal I think and I grudge this side-effect hugely. So do I gamble? (watch out for gambling, thats a side effect too) Do I risk the hangover? Do I risk trying to manage the ‘fairly mild’ symptoms? Do I risk reaching the end of this particular drug lined road before I hit 50?
Did I? Yes.
And – No
Here’s the chicken way out of the dilemma (are you now saying Dali Lama in your head, do pay attention! this is my serious bit) I did up the dose for around a month and as we speak there are 3 bubbles untouched in the blister pack and I will complete the month but then no more. No extra 2mg pills for me. Strangely enough my shake is still there, who knows better or worse? I don’t. So it’s back a small step in drugs terms but forward one giant leap in my mind. Probably one more week of party free hangovers to come but I know it’s right. I am saving up my extra doses for a rainy, trembly day some time way off in the future where the world will be still around me.
So thats it for now, I wish you well and a safe journey to wherever life is taking you.
I will leave you with one last line from Shakespeare
The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.