Since getting PD, a different me inhabits me that takes getting used to. Sometimes you can only laugh at it and what it does. Take my butt. Not the but that is a conjunction that connects two clauses to form a sentence but the butt that is my ass, the part of the body I sit on and in sitting lies the problem. My butt is fine with sitting but it forgot how to get up. I relax in a chair, read a good book or magazine, and then try to stand and my butt acts like an immoveable weight glued to the chair. If the chair is soft and I sink in so my butt is lower than my knees forget about getting up.
I’ve learned to do side reverse butt swings to gain the momentum to get up. I call it the PDHP, the Parkinson’s Hokey Pokey. Swing the right butt cheek
