Friday, May 18, 2018

Opposite's Attract

I know, he's incredibly handsome. No, this isn't an ooshy gooshy love story. We met and started dating in May of 2009. Everybody loves hearing a good "how we first met" story and I think ours is great. I was standing in the dressing isle at Smiths Marketplace contemplating if I wanted Ranch or Creamy Italian. My phone rang, it was my friend Hannah. I found her husband Judd to be a pain in the ass when I first met. She says to me, "Hey, I want you to come hang out with us and meet Judd's cousin." I told her if he was anything like Judd I didn't want to meet him. She let me know he was nice, good looking, and funny. Then a new voice took over the phone. "We're having steaks at my dad's how do you want yours done?" He had me. Right then and there.I didn't even know his name yet. I let him know I liked mine rare. Next thing you know, I was driving to his dad's. He got back on the phone when I was near and told me he was the guy in the drive way. I saw him and my heart grew three sizes that day.

Joel and I were hooked on each other from that day on. Two months in, we had some heavy shit thrown at us. We have since too. First he had a baby on the way, which is way too long of a story, but I do love that boy. He's the child I didn't have to birth. He made my heart grow more.

Anyway, Joel also didn't know I had epilepsy. I can count on less than one hand the guys I dated that knew I had epilepsy. I was always trying to hide it, I was really good at it by now. I didn't want Joel to know, he actually loved me, and I loved him. I couldn't tell him.


So back to that morning. I was sneaking into my sleep-over-bag for my pills. He was still in the bedroom. Well, he caught me. He called me out real quick. He thought I was a pill poppin' druggie. I do pop my pills though, so he got that part right. I had to explain. After I let him know, he got this freaked out look on his face. I thought damn it, it's all effing over! Come to find out though, it's in his family too. He has an aunt, an uncle, a cousin, then later a nephew who have had a seizure or have epilepsy. In mine: my sisters, my brother, my aunt, and my cousin. Pretty bizarre right? We were the perfect opposites. It was a little freaky. I failed to give him the training on what to do if something happened. I hadn't had a grand mal for a while, but he had never seen one. Me either.


This was all during the first week July. I was seeing a neurologist in town so I didn't have to drive two hours to see Constantino. Big mistake FYI. Dr. Williams was the only neurologist here. He put me on Keppra. Lamictal wasn't cutting it anymore. With the stress of mama drama and my adjustment to the Keppra, I forgot a few doses. Before that though, I was having a good 70+ absence seizures a day. It made work hard, it made school harder, and my mood was ridiculous. I was really unpleasant, I don't know why he put up with me. A week later Keaton was born. Joel didn't get to see him til the next day. That night we were all at Joel's dad's. We were discussing the B.S. that was going on with baby mama. This was the first time I had met Joel's sister, Amber. She asked me if I was okay, that my color seemed off. I of course said I was fine. I needed to get back to my apartment so I could get some sleep before classes and work. I told him he could just stay but he decided to come along for the ride. One he would never forget.  



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Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Welcome To College

2005 I graduated High School. I was on Lamictal, it was quite effective on my absence seizures. My memory issues were becoming a problem though. Another awesome part of the package. I had to take my ACT test a couple times. I needed a 22 to get the scholarship I was offered. That damn math!! I did it though, I got the 22. Pretty impressive right? I wish. The ACT and SAT concept is so stupid, you can't test common sense and it messes up visual learners. Just my opinion.


I had my graduation party. Sent thank you cards. Got some very generous gifts. Nana got me a suitcase set to help me get on my way. Then I went to go say bye to Nana. I was going to be a couple hours away but I didn't have a car to see her whenever I wanted. As I was getting ready to give Nana a hug. Something happened, not what you think though. Nana started crying softly. I just wasn't prepared for this! I started choking back my own tears. I swear I was ready to drop out right there and then. I wasn't even been registered for my classes yet.


Somehow I kept my shit together to head up to school. My scholarship didn't include living and food expenses. So daddy took care of those. I had signed up for a single room. Then I saw the size of it. Well I'm pretty claustrophobic and needed a double room without the double people. Just me! If I hadn't started crying it wouldn't have happened. Amazing what tears can do right?


Freshman year, I did great in subjects that didn't include math, note taking, or reading ten chapters in a night. Not that I didn't know how, I couldn't keep up. My professors did not allow any recording of class lectures. Reading these books was physically painful. I had migraines for days and couldn't remember the paragraph I had just read, sometimes just a sentence!

It was worse each year. Memorization was my arch enemy. I can tell you stories of my childhood because my long term memory is still very well intact. My short term memory...it was in the early stages of being useless. I tried to stay determined. I had some very understanding professors and then I had my Political Science professor. He told me that maybe I should think about leaving school. Maybe I should have taken his advice. I was only going to take seven years graduate with a Bachelor's. Interdisciplinary Studies. What's that you ask? Oh it's a fancy word for a General Degree.

My fantastic seven years did bring me some really fun times. It also brought a shit ton of absence seizures, had to change neurologist, memory issues (critical in college, or school of any kind), more depression, therapy, student loan debt that could have bought a house, a shit GPA, embarrassment, shame, jokes at my expense, oh and that grand mal. We'll get to that.

Also, for the love of everything holy DO NOT get a private student loan!!!!! Only Federal stuff!!!!


Here you go and you're welcome!







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