Sunflowers Partying At Sunset

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Party Time!

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Dancing Sunflowers

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Slow Dancing

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Rock And Roll Is King

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Jumping Into The Mosh Pit

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Dancing To My Own Beat

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See Ya!

“The one thing that can solve most of our problems is dancing.”  James Brown

(Photos taken 11/25/2015.)

I Didn’t Know I Was Having Seizures

I’m 41 years old, and for over 20 years, every doctor has told me there was nothing wrong with me, all my labs were fine (I have had SO MANY medical tests!), and labeled me a hypochondriac. My family labeled me a hypochondriac and lazy. I’ve lost count of the number of coworkers and associates who assumed I was a closet alcoholic or junkie (especially when they saw me walk into walls, trip, twitch, stop to think to remember my name or what day it was).

I do not share these labels out of anger or self-shame. I share them for the same reason I wrote this blog- maybe it will resonate with you. Maybe you have been called lazy, a dreamer, clumsy and will read the other symptoms and have an ah-ha moment.

Having epilepsy is a little scary, I admit. You know what’s worse? Having it and NOT KNOWING that you are having seizures. Not knowing really messed with my head, on a daily basis.

The depression, feelings of impending doom, paranoia, delusions, and thoughts of suicide that come with Temporal Lobe Epilepsy (TLE) can be *managed* when you know WHY they are happening. I am amazed that I am still alive after decades of crippling depression and the severe, almost daily, thoughts of suicide. Add in the lost jobs, lost friends, and never knowing what the hell was going on with my body, well let’s just say I had more than one very close call with the exit option. (see previous post, Staying Alive)

And that’s really why I wrote this very intimate glimpse into my life and my body. Undiagnosed epileptics are at an extremely high risk for suicide, and much of that is from the not knowing. If this post saves one life, it would mean the world to me, and I would bare my soul a hundred times over to save them.

When will the drug war come for you?

“We’ve seen how the public health crisis of prescription drug abuse is taking a toll on families and communities in Indiana and this survey shows that it has infiltrated our workplaces, just as it has with so many other facets of our society,” said Indiana Attorney General Greg Zoeller. “Beyond the loss of productivity, prescription abuse can cause impairment, injury and may lead employees to bad choices such as theft or embezzlement from the employer.” …

My comment:

Telling employers that pain patients are potential criminals is probably not as bad as telling doctors that we’re potential drug addicts. Should we also tell employers that it’s their white employees who are the most likely to abuse prescription drugs? Maybe minorities will get a boost in employment opportunties, all thanks to the opioid war, which would be the height of irony.

One of these days, the media will connect the dots between the opioid war and the increased suicide rate. You could start by looking up the suicide statistics for every state that reports a problem with opioid abuse and including that information in your article. What you will find is that at least twice as many people die from suicide in these states than from a drug overdose. You will also find pain patients struggling to find health care after the DEA shut down doctors, clinics, and pharmacies. You will find thousands of patients abandoned by their doctors (and everyone else).

First, the drug war came for minorities and drug addicts. Then, it came for pain patients and their doctors. Now, it’s looking at seniors, children, and those on worker’s comp and Medicaid/Medicare. First, the drug war targeted illegal drugs, then opioids, and now benzodiazapines and stimulants. When will the drug war come for you?