What they don’t understand, and I can’t convey, is that it’s not just my restless spirit that prompts my night wandering. It’s the Parkinson’s. Sometimes it demands that I move my legs; it’s like Restless Leg Syndrome on steroids. Or quite possibly, the hospital staff do understand this, but it simply can’t be helped. I must not get up and walk around, unsupervised, or I will fall.
