For those who don't know me, my name is Roger, and I will try to give you some detail of what's going on with me these last few years. For those who do know me, I will try to keep this as short as I can. Onward!
About six years ago, in 2002, I began having some health problems, so here is the beginning. I worked graveyard, (overnight), shift for Wal-Mart, and I was in a storage area in the back of the store cleaning and spray painting some shelves, when I began to get a headache. At first I thought it was just the fumes from the paint, so I just kind of ignored it. By the time of my lunch break it had begun to get a little worse. My speech had begun to slur, and I was having difficulty concentrating, so my supervisor sent me home early. In the parking lot on my way out, I forgot what kind of car I was driving, so I spent the next half hour trying my keys in each of the cars in the parking lot. When I got home, my wife was scared of what was happening to me, so I made arrangements to see the doctor as soon as possible. The next day the doctor examined me, and asked me to come in for more tests. When the test results came back, there was nothing definitive to diagnose. So again, I assumed it was something to do with the paint fumes, and forgot about it. In the mean time my wife's family asked us to move out to California to be closer to them, so I agreed. I quit working for Wal-Mart, and promptly began packing for the move. Shortly after arriving in California, I had a couple of more incidents with my vision graying out, and confusion. By this time I had no health insurance, so I began the process of filing for social security. A period of time went by, and I was denied for social security. However, my wife received a moderate amount of money from her stepfathers estate after he passed away. We decided to use that money to buy a house in the Midwest. That way we wouldn't have the worry of having a mortgage to deal with. After moving back to this area, my wife told me she would go to work and I could stay at home and take care of the kids while I dealt with my health problems. Since I still didn't have health insurance, I began seeing doctors at a free clinic in my area. At first things seemed to be progressing smoothly. The doctors felt they had a diagnosis, and treatment for whatever this is. In the meantime, my wife felt that I was just being lazy and didn't want to work, so she filed for divorce. In a nutshell, I got kicked out of my home, lost my kids, and my health was still in question. I stop here, but this is just the beginning.