
I never used to be late for anything. I was always on time, no matter what the occasion. I could always manage a last minute rush if I needed to but for the most part, I was organised, in control and easily on time. I confess to having had a sense of frustration with those who were late, those who appeared to ‘pfaff’ and be disorganised. I am acutely aware that now, all too often, I am the one who appears to ‘pfaff’ and be disorganised, no matter how much preparation I put into trying to be on time.
You see, Parkinson’s is a time thief. It infiltrates my days and my nights and steals time from me. It does so stealthily, creeping up on me gradually, at first, hardly noticeable but with ever increasing presence and persistence. The stolen time is the extra minutes that daily tasks take to complete or a task that is only necessary as a result of living with Parkinson’s. I no longer have the luxury of the full 24 hours that I used to enjoy in my pre Parkinson’s days, in which to organise myself.
Having the memory of a goldfish doesn’t help either. I frequently leave the house only to return a few minutes later for something I have forgotten. I assumed that eventually the requirement to wear a face mask would register in my subconscious and I would routinely take one with me everywhere, like I do house keys or medication. Having forgotten one five times in as many days, it would appear this is not yet the case!
Parkinson’s – The Time Thief
(The extra time it takes to do something because of the effect of Parkinson’s)
Getting Out of Bed
(+3 minutes to move stiff limbs)Standing Up
(+1 minute to regain my balance each time I stand up)Stretches
(+10 minutes to ease stiffness & pain & get moving at the start of the day)Medication
(+2 minutes, eight times a day)Shower & Wash Hair
(+3 minutes)Dry Hair
(+5 minutes to dry & style with one slightly wonky hand)Make Up
(+5 minutes to open fiddly containers & to apply while avoiding poking my eyes out)Getting Dressed
(+1 minute to get each arm into correct sleeve)Zippers
(+1 minute to fasten every zip or button)(+1 minute to fasten each necklace / bracelet / earring) Food Preparation
(+10 minutes to avoid preparing fingers too)Eating Meal
(+5 minutes to consume without spilling)Brushing Teeth
(+1 minute to get paste on brush & not on sink)Unlocking / Locking Front Door
(+2 minutes to get key into lock and turn)Putting on Collar & Lead
(+1 minute to fasten clips)
Driving
Setting Sat Nav / Parking / Reversing
(+6 minutes per journey)Housework
(+10 minutes extra each day)
Each Phone Message
(+2 minutes to get phone out of pocket and type a coherent response)
I estimate that Parkinson’s steals two hours each day from me. That’s the equivalent of 14 hours a week, 2.5 days a month, or one whole month every year.
In a bid to remain punctual, I initially thought I could simply give myself longer to get ready, I could arrive on time and no one else would be any the wiser. But once again, Parkinson’s gets the upper hand. It is not simply the amount of time required to do a task, it is any one of a number of interruptions, that set me back too. The dog barking, a text message, even a flight of thought to something other than the task in hand all add a delay to even the simplest of tasks, as each redirection of my attention requires time to refocus and carry on with what I was doing.

I’ve learned that if I’m running late, any attempt to rush is futile. The tiniest release of adrenaline, designed to help me react more quickly, in fact makes my tremor more troublesome, my fine movements less accurate and my memory even worse than usual. I drop things, forget things, fumble around even less effectively. So trying to hurry up is not the answer, it only adds to the problem. If I find I’m running late, the most effective thing I can do is to stop for a minute, take a deep breath and relax. There is however, no easy answer. With this approach, for those I keep waiting, particularly for those who find my tardiness frustrating, perhaps worse than appearing disorganised or ‘pfaffing’ is arriving late looking as if I have made no effort at all!
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This resonated with me – I recognise the mix of slowing down and extra stuff to fit in. You’re a bit further down the road than I am; I hope that I handle it with as much grace and spirit.
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Absolutely. Thanks, but I suspect for those living with me ‘grace and spirit’ may not be the first words that spring to mind! 😆
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Covid itself, I hope, has taught so many to just slow down and not stress about the frustrations of being held to account against a ticking clock. It is my hope that everyone takes on board a slower, more considered pace of life – one which reduces the unnecessary pressures we place on ourselves and those around us. Whatever our circumstances, its a healthier way of life. X
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