Indy had one final telehealth speech appointment. One final opportunity for Indy and Willie to toy with my sanity. I strolled into the Temple of Doom, my computer and Indy Notebook tucked under my arm. I take notes during all of Indy’s appointments – speech, neurology, audiology, whatever. I carefully date the notes, and…
“Oh, I love it when you come home from your parents’ with pills,” Don said, eyeing the prescription bottles on the dining room table. “It means there’s a story.” There’s a story. Indy’s Parkinson’s diagnosis added several new medications to his day. That’s hard for Indy. Before the Parkinson’s, Indy took three prescription…