When The Smoke Clears

On March 11, 2004, on or around 1200, my life, as I knew it, changed. Today is the one year anniversary of that date. And it's been a hell of a year. I had one seizure, then 4 more over a course of 10 months. My job in the Navy is over - you can't very well have seizures on a ship out to sea. I can't drive now, so I found a job in Washington DC. I move up there in a few weeks. My little brother is moving up from Texas to be my roommate. We're both taking a huge leap of faith on this new life in a new city. I'm just ready to move on now. I wish that I had timed this so that my date of separation from the Navy would be today. That way I'd get an appropriate 1-year-anniversary gift - a piece of paper that will let me get on with my life.