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What am I doing here?
By Lew Duffey   

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I have been in and out of hospitals more times than I really would like to admit but to not do so would be simply lying to me


. I have had everything from fallen arches to a heart attack. Then one day I realized that I had what the doctors called lupus anticoagulant disorder which precipitated my heart attack and eventually my kidney failure. Eventually they told me this came from lupus which is the cause of lupus anticoagulant disorder. I had an operation due to the blood clots which closed off for important arteries inside the heart and it is the reason I have a pacemaker.
To put it mildly, I have not lived a boring life. I am grateful to God that I have lived the life I have though because there have been more than a few blessings. My wife and kids and many friends that I have are more than enough reasons to live. But I haven’t told you about the one problem that really had me feeling lost.
One night I went to bed like any other night and when I woke up I was in a hospital bed. My wife woke up with me lying next to her in convulsions. I had a grand mall seizure. That was only the beginning.
I was taking medication to control this situation but one day I got into my car and drove to work but didn’t make the right turns because the next thing I knew I was miles away and wondering how I got there. I had what the doctors called a petit mall seizure.
On another occasion I was sitting in an Optimist Club meeting at a local restaurant. The next thing I knew I was walking through the restaurants kitchen and the man was telling me I didn’t belong there. I feebly ask where the men’s room was.  Once again the doctor explained to me that whatever the patient does when he has the first seizure he will try to do each time. I evidently could not do that while driving but on another occasion while setting in church I felt that feeling which always seemed to occur when one of these were coming on and I don’t remember going but I do remember leaving the restroom. I have not had one of these for a long time but I still remember that they could be a real source of embarrassment. How does one explain it when he goes into a place he would never go but somehow he is there?
Like I say, life has not been boring.
God bless,

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