It’s another huge snowstorm. I worry how Keith will handle shoveling snow. I worry how the cold will affect his PD symptoms. I worry about being snowed in with a man as restless as Keith usually is.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. In my case, absence makes the heart grow less overprotective. I know it sounds strange, but the more I am around Keith, the more I see of his symptoms, the more I see of the disease’s progression, the more I worry about him, and about us.
I just need to chill out and enjoy the snow.