Borrowed Time!

With the sad news of John Travolta's 16 year old son Jett passing away, I feel like I'm on borrowed time. His son was prone to seizures like I am, however unlike Jett I was not diagnosed with Kawasaki disease. In fact I still have no concrete reason for the cause of my seizures. However, knowing how accident prone i am and the fact the last couple of seizures I had I've fallen off the bed, it would be my luck that I'd hit my head and that would be the end.

I just wish I could get a solid answer and not just you brain is abnormal. I've gone over a month with out having a seizure, but that doesn't mean one isn't lurking around the corner. In fact, last night I did feel a little off. I wasn't sure if one was coming or it was the fact I was stress about Travolta's son and/or the fact that I've been sorta sticking to my New Year's resolution of ignoring Netty.

I know some times I can be petty when I get mad at her, but I''m sorry the first thing she said to me was 2009 is going to be a better year. She want me and jack out of the house. I didn't think that was nice. She could of said I hope you don't have any more seizures. I hope you get you licence back. I hope you find a job you love or get on disability so you can have more time for the medications to take hold and stop the seizure.

I hate being put into that category with Jack. No disrespect for Jack, but due to Netty's disdain for her husband and then to throw me into that mix is not right and I will not have it.

They've been married for 42 years. Marriage is a choice. I was not a chosen nor the problems I've been having a choice. I'm doing all that I can do to fix MY issues as well as following Netty's Joan Crawford rules of the house.

Netty just needs to remember that when she gave birth to me I came out of her twat and not her ass, so stop treating me like a piece of shit.