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Seizure Sunday, and other things I'm pissed off about...
Hey folks,

So my headline pretty much says it all here. I had another seizure on Sunday afternoon while I was taking a shower. I didn't have anything to eat except for my meds and then proceeded to take my shower...and the next thing I remember was my father hauling me out of the shower after I hit my head on everything (including the soap dish but not the kitchen sink) and waiting for the paramedics to come. I was in a very deep sleep, but could hear everything around me and respond to it. However, anytime I tried to talk a stream of snoring came out of my mouth.

I was then tended to by paramedics and two fire trucks and hauled off to hospital (I was properly covered before I went there, thank God), where I slept for a couple of hours before being discharged. My father and mother saved my life Sunday afternoon, because if they were not there, I would have died or, if I had survived, been paralyzed (I landed funny on my neck and almost was paralyzed according to doctors, having missed it by a fraction of an inch).

So, now I can't drive for another six months (clock resets to 0) and, if I didn't want to admit it in February, I'll admit it now. The man you have known as the screen name Edge has now been reduced to a single word:

Epilepsy.

That word is what is on my medic-alert bracelet and what will also be on my medic alert dog-tag. That single word will keep me from ever properly being covered by a medical plan or possibly getting any worthwhile insurance. My life, as I knew it and enjoyed it, has now been changed forever.

But it is not over. The mystical Phoenix rised from the ashes to become stronger and I must, in turn, do the same. The main question is how?

The first thing I have to do is make amends with my father, as he was visibly shaken when he saw me in full seizure before he rushed to save my life. He truly earned the respect a son gives a father, and as long as I live I will never be able to repay him, or even show him how greatful I am that he was there to save my life. All I can do is thank him, hug him, and tell him how much I love him every day.

The second thing I have to do is assure my future wife (I am very close to proposing, just to let you know) that despite this we will be able to have a full life together, and I will be able to provide for her, our son, and our future family. The good news is she is committed to reminding me to take my pills, drink water, and actually EAT something once in a while.

After that, who knows...maybe that is my eternal question. Not "What is the meaning of life?" but rather "Why me? Why was I given this?" Perhaps I'll never know.

Anyway, enough of that. Here is a list of things I am pissed off about:

1) Sidney Crosby winning the NHL MVP over Roberto Luongo. This was an absolute joke. Luongo stood on his head and led the Canucks back to the second round whereas Crosby scored goals and did sweet fuck all in the first round. How Gary Bettman and the NHL found 424 sportswriters (the difference between Crosby's and Luongo's vote totals) to vote strictly for Crosby having not watched game film of Roberto Luongo this season, I'll never know. Luongo should have won the MVP Award, and I hope next year the 'Nucks win the Cup so that he can shove it straight up Bettman's ass.

2) The Administration of one George W. Bush in leading the United States. This guy's administration is not listening to the American people, lying in order to continue an illegal war, and is motre corrupt than the Nixon White House was and the people are doing nothing. Even Democrats are doing nothing. Where is Osama Bin Laden? Does anyone know by now? What we do know is that there are 3700 American children who have been laid in flag-draped coffins because of this joker, and that needs to stop not tomorrow, not after breakfast, but now. Canada was right not to join this war, and to this day I am glad they didn't. We support Afghanistan because that is where Bin Laden and Al-Quaeda are and that is where we should be until Bin Laden is brought to justice. The U.S. Armed Forces should have stayed there, to get the real enemy of the American people.

There. That's it. Another great installment of "what I'm angry about this week".

Good night, good luck, and may your Gods go with you.