WARNING: Some comments may not be safe for work or small children. In the case of the latter, I leave it up to their parents or guardians to judge.
As some of you may know (and several don't) I suffer from generalized epilepsy. This means that the seizures do not originate from any one or two specific locations in my brain. The chemo-electrical activity that wreaks havock is spread all over my brain. Thus, there's no way to surgically remove any offending piece without taking out every piece of grey matter. (I supose they could leave the brain stem in, but really, what dood would that do me?) When my seizures do strike, I suffer what neurologists call partial-complex siezures. Translated, that means, We don't know what the fuck is going on. What happens to me personally is that my neck and spine muscles contract to the point where I feel like I've become a pretzel. Worse yet, I'm concious during the whole thing. Imagine if you will the pain one gets from a Charlie horse. Now multiply that a hundred times and you have some idea how it feels.
Fortunately, there are some ways to mitigate things. There are medications which, while not completely effective, do help somewhat. Further, roughly five years ago I had a Vagal Nerve Stimulator installed. If you don't know what that is, think of it as a pacemaker for the brain. If needed, I can use a special magnet to temporarily up the amperage in order to forestall a coming seizue. Doesn't always work, but hey, it's better than nothing.
As anyone who suffers from epilepsy knows, it's effectively an invisible disease. Seizures manefest themselves seemingly at random (though stress does help bring them on), and because of that there's a stigma against it. Multiple scleroris, fibromyalgia, the multitudes of cancer, even Asberger's all have commercials informing the populous about them, and that there are treatments available. Oh, and it's possible to live a productive life even if you have them.
I have never, never, never seen a commercial that says anything about epilepsy.
Years ago, I chose to be a stay-at-home dad. It made sense. Why risk literally falling down on the job and scaring the hell out of customers? And for a while, I found happiness and satisfacting in doing so. Pride even. But that's changed. As my wife recently put it, "You feel you're only worth the money in your pocket." Regrettably, she's right. Being the male equivalent of a 50s housewife--no friends, no social life, no interaction with the outside world save via computer (which regrettably has been bricked due to excessive malware)--has crushed my self esteem flatter than a pancake.
So why am I burdening you all with such depressing drivel? Because today I found that there can be ways around such depression.
There are ways of getting back to work. Long, arduous, and most likely full of ridiculous paperwork, but they do exist. Turns out that the office whereat I can start this long, arduous process isn't terribly far from where I live. Mind you, I live in an area officially defined as a city, and yet said office is located outside the official city bounds. (Welcome to the United States of You Need a Car to Get Fucking Anywhere). Fortunately for me, there's a rail trail--a pedestrian & bike path--near to where I currently live that passes right by the office building. No need to depend on friends, relatives, or (Godess forbit) expessive and always late taxis!
And being able to bike there was better than sex! I'm dead serious. By the time I got home I probably had more endorphines than blood cells running through my body.
The point to all this rambling is that after many years of hopelessness, I have a glimmer of home again. I know that a high school diploma shan't get me a prestigious job, but as anyone whose watched Dirty Jobs can tell you, there are a multitude of jobs out there that (a) don't require a college degree, and (b) America realy needs if we're gonna survive as a society. If I can bring in even a modecrim of dough as a part time brick layer, that'll be a great start. And one hell of a boost to my self esteem!
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