The Obscure

So I went to the doctor, to see what he could give me
He said, "son, son, you've gone too far
Cause achin' and seizin' is all that you do."

I went to the doctor today, as you could probably gather from the title of this *SPOILER WARNING* very depressed and whiny blog-post.
As most of you know by now, I've been having these weird attacks, lately. I don't know exactly what they are, or how to describe them; essentially though, they are seizures. I lose control of my body, I stumble around, my speech get's very slurred and my vision get's blurry. If I am standing up, or if I try to stand up, or if I in any way come near something anything like a vertical position: I will fall to the ground. I will then lie there until the seizure (or whatever) wears off enough for me to get up and stumble over to a couch or chair or something. That, or one of my parents finds me and picks me up and carries me over to a couch or a chair or something.
After all the stumbling, falling, slurring, blurring, and occasional spurring, comes incredible pain in my head. These are my worst headaches, it's this awful, pounding, all-encompassing pain that makes my entire body twitch and my stomach churn as if my central nervous system is worrying about being destroyed by the pain.
This has been happening three or four times a day for the past couple weeks. The whole process takes about two hours, half an hour to an hour of stumbling, and an hour and a half of terrible pain. Though, if given a choice between the two, I'd take the headaches all the way. I will not describe in here in detail the feeling I get when I have these seizures, but let it be known that it is far from a pleasant one.
Anyway, so instead of having bad constant headaches, I now have waves of complete loss of control of my body, followed by the worst headaches I have ever had, over and over and over again. So, naturally, I go to the doctor. What does the doctor say?
I'm no longer allowed to drive!
I guess it makes sense, if I went floppy on the road I might get into a crazy big ol' accident and kill myself and some people. But still, I am really ticked about it. Also, I can't go in to work on thursday and friday, which means my check will, ONCE AGAIN, be tiny.

Anyway, those are my woes for today. The doctor gave me more percoset, enough for three a day. If things keep up this way I'm going to need more of something, though. This is just unnatural.
Goodnight, ladies and gentlemen.