Publisher's Synopsis
An epilepsy seizure is a lightning storm within the brain pure and simple, excess static electricity...shocking isn't it! These are the mediagenic reflections, past memories over what at the time was 40-years. Don Miller has had epilepsy for 42-years now and knows more than a little about the chronic neurological condition of the central nervous system. He takes you through all of it, from diagnosis to high school, one doomed year of college, an alcohol addiction, nearly dying three times in alcohol-induced binge blackouts, various treatments tried, diagnostic testing, a pledge of celibacy, a 53 and 1/2 year virgin, study drugs he's been on, standard anti-epilepsy-drugs he was on, sexual; physical; verbal; religious; mental on the job harassment that occurred in a factory, nervous breakdown, diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia; panic attack syndrome; anxiety syndrome; Mr. Miller does not do well when in crowds, freezes up, tears up, fast heartbeat, stutters, even with one person he has to get away after a few minutes time. Mr. Miller is available for interviews, speaking engagements for a negotiable fee about a single man's sexuality; coping; dealing with a disability on a daily basis; fitness; support groups (although the information is real, it is fictitiously combined); driving regulations; famous people who have E as it is known to the diagnosed (Florence Griffith Joyner, Hugo Weaving, Julius Caesar, Danny Glover in his youth for a few). Don is not a doctor but knows more than many doctors about epilepsy. Gentlemen, Line Up Your Cars, Start Your Engines, Green Flag, Gun Your Engines, Go Go Go! Genesis of the epilepsy, the beginning of the Electric Highway and the ups and downs of epilepsy, depression, and paranoid schizophrenia: Noble Jameson, my first neurologist, said "I've seen this many times before. When adolescence ends, your seizures will stop." My seizures will stop when adolescence ends; that was seven or eight years; seven years seemed a lifetime, eight years seemed an eternity. So began the mounting frustration and exasperation. That statement has echoed in my mind during a 40-year prolonged adolescence. The brain is like a car's engine-it controls what we do and where we go and some of us have faulty electrical systems.
