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Parkinson’s Hack #4: Makeup

One of the things that has definitely kept depression at bay for me is makeup. Not only does it keep me from scaring the masses, it makes me feel alive and better all around. But, like everything else, when you have Parkinson’s, things need to be adjusted. Here’s a few little tidbits that have made the experience more enjoyable and easier.

1. Invest in self-adhesive eyeshadow shields. These, for me, are a game changer. By using them under the eyes, you reduce fallout of shadow onto your cheeks and even hands. By using them on top and bottom of your eyes, you can create a streamlined eye look with crisp, clear lines. Also, if you’re having a shaky day, you needn’t worry about whether one side is darker, higher, etc than the other or worry about getting the shadow everywhere but on your lids!

2. Switch from a pen/pencil eyeliner to a gel. Those little gels in their little bitty pots bring me such joy! Although it’s applied with a small brush, the line can be gone over to make it bigger, longer, thicker or even thinner. There’s less chance of poking yourself in the eye (which I’ve done quite often). It is also much easier to accomplish more dramatic eye looks without the fuss.

3. Multi-task! Using one product with multiple functions is a time-saver with or without PD. Highlighters that double as a primer for example, are a great way to do double duty.

4. Don’t be afraid of color. Especially if you are suffering from depression, now is the perfect time to play with color. Remember how much fun makeup can be! Check out some YouTube gurus and try something new. It does wonders to lift your spirits. Change your look to fit your mood.

5. Rethink your makeup. Although no one quite knows why, PD can change your skin. Be it tone, oil, dryness, etc. changes happen. Do you need a matte foundation? More concealer? Take a look in your makeup bag and do something new.

6. Maybe some things need to go. Okay, maybe we can’t do false eyelashes anymore. That’s ok. Mascaras have come a long way! Try one with a thicker brush to eliminate oops moments. If you have to avoid your lower lashes, than do that. There aren’t rules here! It’s makeup. We may not be able to recreate those fab Instagram looks, but, hey, we work with what God gave us!

7. Moisturize! Then, moisturize some more. I know that I had to switch primers because the one I used for so long started to dry me out and wasn’t worth the pore minimizing effects. Once I went to a hydrating primer, problem solved.

8. Do it for you! It’s about doing something for you. To benefit you, to make you feel better, to help you see some sunshine everyday. It shouldn’t be a have to. Make it a want to. It may, as it does for me, motivate you to do more things. The better you feel, the more you are capable of. Don’t give up.

The Chiweenie Ate My Blistex and Other Strange Things From Yesterday

This month has been filled with depression for me. Excluding a few highlights, my son turning 16 for example, it’s been drab. However, yesterday was a real pip.

The day started out filled with physical, whole body pain. My ever faithful companions, Buster & Butter, were attached to my side all day. The funny things began almost immediately. I credit The Lord for knowing I needed a good, strong laugh yesterday. While I was attempting, futilely, to get housework done, I noticed the Chiweenie (Butter) was nowhere in sight. Butter is a hide-and-seek pro. My son & I called for her. Nothing. Finally, I resorted to asking, yes asking literally, Buster. If you ask him ‘Where’s the baby?’ or ‘Where’s the Chiweenie?’, he will find her, no matter what. So, I said, ‘Buster, where’s the baby?’

Immediately, he ran down the hall & stood at my son’s door. Hmm. Odd. No one was in there. I trust Buster so I went in. Turning on the light, I saw nothing. I said her name, she pops up from under the comforter, tail wagging, quite pleased. You’ve won hide-and-seek. Well played, Butter. Well played. The look on her face showed her glee.

I then went in search of my Blistex. Stupid winter chapped lips. I couldn’t find it. I knew where I’d left it. It has to be placed up high. Both dogs enjoy the scent of its orange/mango tube. Reluctantly, I sent a text to the hubs. Where’s my Blistex? A dramatic pause later led to a simple text: The Chiweenie ate the Blistex.

Apparently, when he woke up that morning, he took the dogs out and Butter came in first. While he was tending to Buster, she somehow, some way, launched herself onto the dresser and devoured said Blistex. When he came into the room, she had Blistex all over her face. None was ingested. It just ended up as a furry, Blistex face mask. Wow, just wow. We laughed until we cried. On the bright side, she smelled magnificent.

More doggie fun arrived along with USPS and an Amazon Prime box. This one is all Buster. Saturday night, my husband & I had chosen a few gifts for the pups for Christmas. We have a good grasp on what they prefer to play with. Mostly, they LOVE rubber chickens. We saw a multi-pack of chickens on Amazon and they arrived yesterday afternoon. My husband put the box with various other presents after having opened it. The dogs hadn’t seemed to pay much attention to the delivery.

After dinner, we were all sitting around and someone asked where Buster was. Right on cue, he marches out of the room with the bag of rubber chickens hanging from the corner of his mouth! A circus of running, Scooby Doo style, room after room chasing a dog carrying chickens ensued. Eventually, his plans were thwarted and the chickens were returned to their place. However, 15 minutes later he returned carrying the Prime box. Unfortunately, it didn’t make it. RIP Prime box. He ripped it to shreds as if some more chickens would appear.

We laughed all night. The look on his face was a mix of pride and a ornery grin. Maybe we should have written Do Not Open Until Christmas? Regardless, I know that these two are a gift from God. They make me laugh even when I don’t want to. They make me get out of my funk because they need me to. I love them so much!