I have this recurring feeling that I should be through with Parkinson's. That I can go back to normal now. That I have done my time. It's a feeling that is reinforced each morning
when I wake up. Until I try to move, I feel the same way I did in the
days, more than ten years ago, before my first symptoms showed up. Then I try to walk to the bathroom. Bang goes another illusion. And yet I
retain the feeling that, if I just knew whom to talk to, whom to see,
they could wave their hands and make my PD disappear. So this comic is a
look at how that would likely play out.