A good example of how slowed processing in my Parkies brain, can make things more challenging than for the average person. Too much information, from too many people, in a short space of time just ends up a confusing jumble in my mind. So I wrote this poem…
Learning to bowl
Which side is the bais, which way will it turn?
Which way am I facing? There’s such a lot to learn.
Should I take a step, or can I bowl from static?
Most folks seem to know, for them it’s automatic.
How much oomph to give it, is it slow or fast?
Can I get it right? Will confusion last?
Too much in my head, it leads me to confusion.
Is it all my fault, if we find we’re losin’?
Should I play at 1, or should I play at 2?
I am such a novice, not sure what I should do.
Several kindly souls, have tried to help me out.
Their words are jumbled in my brain, I just can’t work it out.
Maybe though, I should cut myself some slack.
Try not to overthink and get my mojo back.
Maybe I should find a way that’s suiting me?
Finding my own way, might be the way to be.
I know they’re really trying, to teach me and be kind.
But, too much information just muddles up my mind.
Next time I will try, to find what’s best for me.
Do things my own way, the best that I can be.
Try not to get disheartened, there’s such a lot to learn.
Hope that I’ll be sorted, next time it is my turn.
So, next time that I find myself standing on the green.
Hopefully, some better bowls from me there will be seen.
My journey with Parkinsons 