Hi everybody. I'm still here at the hospital. They're trying to figure out what
the hell happened. As I said before, my MRI and cat scan were all ok. It might be scar tissue or medication. Either way, it's a drag. It prompts me to remind us all about something. It reminds me how important our mothers are. When you're in a state like this, you'll have one person who really helps you. In your case it might be your spouse, your partner, your parent, a relative, a relation. Who knows. In my case it's my mother who has taken care of me. She should have a big "S" on her. She's done everything for me from being my photo assistant to social director. I can understand. Being a father makes me realize why she's doing it.
I just spoke with a doctor. They're leaning toward the idea that I had 4 seizures because of the scar tissue and medicine. My friend here and I agree, they're just hedging their bets. It's just brought me back to square one. I'm pretty close to starting over again. It's a pain in the ass, but when I get knocked down, I gotta get up again. At least I feel I do. There's lots more to tell. I got some good stories for you, but I got to make this one short.
I miss all you guys. Can't wait to get out of here. See you soon. Love, B. Nice
