My birthday is on August 26. This year, about four days before that, my mother died. Just to put the cherry on top of that particular piece of steaming crap, two days after my birthday, I was in the garage, working on a camera, and decided to come in for a cola. As I stood there, about to turn the door knob and come in, I seemed to notice something in my peripheral vision and I turned my head up and to the left to look at it. Well, it seemed like the whole world started jerking around side to side. I waited for it to pass, when suddenly everything went black and I collapsed. I woke up sometime later, couldn't stand up and just lay there for awhile. Finally, I managed to get to my feet and get upstairs. I was wearing a bathrobe at the time and got dressed. Then I staggered across the hall and asked my father if he could drive me to the hospital. Well, I got there and, after a short wait, I saw a doctor. He asked me what happened, I was explaining it to him and finally reached the point: "... and so I looked up and to the left, like this, and... Oh hell, here we go again." He jumped back and yelled "This guy's seizing!" Next thing I knew there were two guys holding me down. Apparently I was having some kind of seizure. Everything kind of went away for a while. I don't remember any of it. I am told though, that someone said something to me about how my life depended on a little thing they had stuck in my arm and, jokingly, threated to pull it out. That didn't have the effect he wanted. Apparently I took it seriously and I am an Asatruar, so I gave him a look he describes as "very scary," spit on him, pulled it out myself, and threw it at him. I don't remember that though. I remember that I woke up in a hospital bed, where I spent the next two weeks. I am told I had four strokes and the last one culminated in a thirty-minute seizure that very nearly killed me. Some fool of a neurologist asked me if I'd like to see them. I dodn't know what the hell he was talking about, but said I would. He showed me a computer screen, showing my brain with four little white dots in it. "See," he said, "when you see how little they are, it doesn't seem so scary, does it?" "Sure it does," I replied, "because I am more than six years old and I am intelligent." Well, that's what I have been up to for the last two months. Mostly I've been taking about a dozen pills a day and trying to adjust to the "out-of-it" feeling they give me.