Today I continue the theme of “good” results of having Parkinson’s Disease, which I started with the previous post. For years I’ve had a glass of wine, or sometimes two, most nights before going to bed. I know, I know, there are lots of reasons not to do this. Alcohol makes it easier to fall asleep but harder to stay asleep. It makes it hard to loose weight. It’s clearly escapism. It costs money. Nevertheless, I enjoy my evening glass, and I unapologetically drink it.
Or at least I did. Over the past few years I’ve gradually developed a fairly intense case of acid reflux. This is a common symptom of Parkinson’s Disease; here are a couple of citations:
In my case the acid reflux is controllable with Omeprazole (Prilosec), but barely. As a result, a sip of wine has gradually gone from a pleasure to feeling like a wash of acid in my throat. Interestingly, I can still enjoy a glass of wine during the afternoon, but generally I’m busy, or I’m planning to go out dancing in the evening, so I don't bother.
Ironically, all this occurred just when I’ve found a winery whose products I really like and whose wine club I joined (Cascade Cliffs, Wishram, Washington). They send me 6 bottles every 3 months. The last two shipments haven’t been touched, even though they contain some of my favorite wines. I guess that says as much as necessary about the future of my relationship with alcohol.
There’s no doubt that I’m getting the benefit of this situation: I’m sleeping better, losing weight (if slowly), and saving money. I suppose I should feel more grateful, but I must confess that the best I can do is to appreciate the irony of the situation.