Yesterday, before heading to the golf club I had written a blog on how well Parkinson’s and Golf go together. I almost hit “publish” but decided I would do one more edit when I got home. It’s a good thing I waited.
Parkinson’s has thankfully taken away some of my sense of smell because my golf game stinks. Not only couldn’t I hit the ball straight, but on the 12 thtee (after missing a two foot put on 11), my watch alarm went off to remind me to take my pills. I was standing over my ball on the tee at the time, so I shut it off. I would hit first. I proceeded to hit a shot that was so forgettable that I forgot to take my pills. It took me 5 more holes to figure this out at which point my game, that was already bad, only got worse.
It was completely stupid of me to think I could still golf. The holes are so long that I am hitting 3 woods on my second shots. Whoever sets the flags is evil. I can’t keep my hands still, and you put the fricken flag on the edge of a precipice. The rough is too deep. Are all those trees really necessary? What a stupid game.
Sorry…, my phone keeps ringing. I better get that.
“Today at 2pm?
“Sounds great! See you on the first tee.”