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    Seizure
    Seizure
    Seizure
    Ebook84 pages58 minutes

    Seizure

    By Joshua Holmes

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    Seizure is the ongoing story of Chris, experienced academic and up and coming freelance graphic designer with Epilepsy seeking new design projects daily and ultimately his own lifestyle in York, Pennsylvania. It is the story of Michael, his former best friend, and of how both men will decide how involved each will be in their separate lives. It is the ongoing story of Mary Grace, how she will grow increasingly involved in Chris's medical affairs, and of whether or not it will be a good thing. It is the story of Burke and Bender, two bowling league teammates who offer support and a different perspective to Chris. It is a reminder of facing challenges, growth and adaptation, and the importance of constantly moving forward in life.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJoshua Holmes
    Release dateDec 5, 2014
    ISBN9781310026942
    Seizure
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    Joshua Holmes

    A GRADUATE OF the Pennsylvania State University (M.Ed.), the Edinboro University of Pennsylvania (B.A.), and the Art Institute of York-PA (B.S.), Joshua Holmes has studied the fine arts, design, and writing for over 20 years.The sole proprietor and lead designer of JAHbookdesign, he also specializes in all areas of publishing, graphic design, and illustration (portraiture, animation, and wildlife). He has been commissioned by numerous collectors and authors within the community, and has won several awards in various shows and fairs. He has authored an autobiography, a how to series, and two fiction series about life with epilepsy, seventeen novels to date - The Art of Pastel Mastery, The Art of Colored Pencil Mastery, The Art of Oil Paint Mastery, The Art of Graphite Pencil Mastery, Memory Lapse, Grand Mal, Seizure, Status, Trigger, Design To Kill, Design For Justice, Shattered Lung, Design To Escape, Design For Honor, Design For Power, Design For The Cure, and Painting The Whole Picture: Portrait of an Artist with Epilepsy - all of which are available in print, ebook, and audiobook.He attributes his success to the Lord, and the strength God gives him in order to persist and grow as a more patient and thorough artist and writer. A vision cut in both eyes from brain surgery for epilepsy, and CP in his right side since birth, with the Lord's help, Josh continues to write, to see more detail, and to improve with time.He encourages you to explore and exercise your creative side, and enjoy what the Lord does through it.Visit Joshua Holmes at his professional site jahbookdesign.com and at all online book distributors.

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      Seizure - Joshua Holmes

      PROLOGUE

      IN THE CAR

      I FELL back towards him even though he kept pushing my body away. Over and over I tilted left, towards the cup holder, the driver’s side, only to reverse tilt a second later, precipitating more shoves. I shook until my body was a dead weight again, motor skills gone for now, but I fought it. And so did he. One hand on the steering wheel, the other, to an extent, hoisting my body up, he was afraid and I was afraid.

      I’d normally respond positively to the mechanics of a buckle, but the resistance of the seatbelt against my chest and at my waist frightened me. I began to panic. There was this delayed unconscious moment I’ve yet to figure out when my brain recognized I was scared, and it somehow sent me into an even deeper state of adrenaline-laced terror.

      I frantically tugged at the seatbelt. Pulled hard. Yanked with all my might, no sense at all in my actions. I continued to yank, toiling obsessively without rationale.

      I profusely apologized to him, sorry that he had to witness this mess that was me. I did this every time. Was my action driven by guilt?

      It’s OK, Chris, he said. I’m here.

      My throat burned. It was raw from trying to fill my lungs, to catch my breath. My chest was full of phlegm. I coughed.

      The car was still moving, on the highway. High beams coming from the opposite direction nearly blinded him, nearly blinded me. I could hear myself crying, panting, could vaguely see my reflection in the passenger window.

      Chris. You had a seizure.

      I let out a cry. The black macadam raced towards us, and it felt the yellow double lines would come right through the windshield.

      I can’t breath.

      I know. I am going to pull over, ok?

      I’m so hot.

      Hand to my forehead, I pushed my brown hair aside, dabbed sweat from beneath my bangs, and wiped it on my jeans. I was exhausted.

      I saw cars pass us. Some drivers laid on the horn. Others shook their heads in disgust. And others still offered nasty hand gestures.

      You want the fans toward you? Just let me pull over.

      He turned the car off a nearby exit, and pulled into a gas station. We just sat there, together, and tried to gather ourselves as best we could, considering.

      He turned the fans on the dashboard in my direction.

      I can’t take this anymore, I said, leaning forward. In that moment, I honestly didn’t think I could.

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      JUST ANOTHER PLACE

      AT ANOTHER place, but in the same position, I deduced; a different time, I sensed, but in the same splayed trajectory. Like a man on the cross, my left hand lay near my head to be anchored. And on the opposite side, my right hand waited as well. On my back, even my legs were overlapped, and I frantically looked up and then side-to-side, trying to figure it all out. Lots of people. Frowning faces. Heads shaking. Whispering. Worrying. I had to be in public. Subway? Starbucks? Each location very possible.

      Green. All around its green. Pine counters. Pine tables. Pine floor mats. Employees in pine aprons. No yellow in the sign above me, just a female in a pine crown and pine stripes. Enough for me to decide I was at Starbucks.

      A bulky lady hovered over me. I am an EMT in Baltimore, she said. He needs to stay still until the ambulance gets here.

      I had to stay still? Not again. With a deep breath, I tried to hoist myself up onto my elbows, to look around and soak up more of my surroundings but exhaustion overcame me.

      The bulky lady pointed at a woman with several whiny young children. Please take your kids outside, ma’am.

      Geesh, I thought. Do they really have to make such a big deal out of me? Am I that scary? I couldn’t remember everything that I did or didn’t, whether or not I shook, but I found it hard to believe it warranted all this attention.

      Stone, the manager, stood in his pine apron a few feet away, leaning on a broom stick, and asked, Are you all right, Chris?

      I’m ok. I had a seizure.

      The bulky lady interrupted. You sure did, honey. Lay down. You hit your head pretty hard, too.

      I HAD hit my head. That’s what Bulky said anyway. For the life of me, though, I couldn’t find a knot or a tender spot. I rubbed my skull as I thought about things and waited for the ambulance.

      I looked at the floor to locate a point of impact. I thought perhaps I had left a visible mark, but I didn’t see blood or a burnished tile.

      I saw my black, leather computer bag a short distance away. My computer

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