This weeks life adventure

[mudnpool]

Just feel like sharing my week. So this week end I found out I have andrograde amnesia, it comes from my epilepsy and will get worse until I have little or no short term memory. So from this point on I am going to right down EVERYTHING . It seems that when I read or here about something I can get vague memory of the event. But any ways to the good part of life. I set out on my trip Perkasie Pa (my home town) to Allentown Pa. It is aprox. 21 miles. I start out with my usual root heading north about 3 miles until I get to the train tracks. I walk down and am greeted by my out side shelter. An old train tunnel that is half a mile long. I spend most of my time in it. http://www.pennridge.org/p/p-tunneltoday.html But this time I pass through it. As I was walking through it I could hear a train horn in the distance. I got excited and hid in a crack in the wall so the train conductor wouldn’t be able to see me. I wait for it then I hear it close and the whole place began to shake. It sounded like a machine from hell coming through there. As soon as it passed me I went after it. But it was flying, There was no way I was going to catch it this time. I was a little disappointed but o well. I finally get out of the tunnel that was filled with exhaust from the train. I walk for about 15 minutes but then feeling a very familiar sensation. I am about to have a seizure. The distortions begin. I keep hearing a voice saying “what is that you are eating" I being in that state kept responding, what are you talking about, I am not eating anything. Then I turned my head and bam! There was a train roaring in my direction but it disappeared. Common hallucination. I see things that my mind expects to see when having a seizure. I feel my self getting tired. I knew I was going to pass out so I made my way over to the abandoned side ( there are two sets of tracks) lay down everything fades out... I wake up about an hour later and realize there is an over pass and any car going over it could have easily seen me. So I thought great now some people probably think there is a dead body down here, haha o well. I got my self up and continued on my trip. I am still a little messed up from my seizure so I am stumbling around a bit but it goes away after about 15- 30 minutes. I came up to an old train that has been sitting there for years. It is fairly long, about 1/4 of a mile. I climbed up to the top. I like running down them and jumping the spaces between. Kind of feeling like in the movies but its not moving. But at one point I stop. There is a beautiful spot were the sun sets perfectly over the marshes. I like to just sit there and watch the sun go down. Sometimes wish I had a girl by my side to enjoy it and enjoy this life style I live with me. When the dark finally comes I still stay on top laying down looking at the stars for a while. I like to visualize my self shooting up into outer space being among the stars. The visuals in my head become very powerful and seem almost real. But I have to get going to keep blood flowing or I get to cold. I make my way into Quakertown. I got to the local well known place called the farmers market. Most people call it q mart for short. It contains just about any kind of person you can think of. Very interesting place to say the least. But I stock up on some water and vegetables to for the trip. I get back on the tracks and make my way through the back part. God it is a sleazy place. I am always on edge there ready to use my martial arts. But it quickly cuts into woods. The dark woods are inviting to me. It kind of feels like home. It hard to explain. But once I get in the woods. I always lose track of were I am. I just know keep going straight. I come out to this road were the tracks appear to end. But if you walk across the road and push back some bushes you will see there it continues but is all over grown and abandoned. Yea this is were the trip gets hard. I am walking through here getting ripped up by thorns, wait wait. Here is the best part. It turns into a un avoidable marsh. Luckily the rails are still there. And since I travel on the tracks so much I can walk on the rails a few miles with out falling. But of course I do fall a few times and that gets me all gooey. It was cold out so I can’t stay out with out warmth or shelter being wet, so I had to call things off. I am about 12 miles from home in Shelby. I cut through the woods looking for a road. I found that there was a river. Gah! How did I not no about this. I walk down the river a little bit and find a company. It is blocked off with a fence with razor wire. It didn’t look like any body was there so I took my thick winter jacket and threw it over the razors and made my way over. I still snuck through fairly well just incase. Then had to repeat to get out. I got onto some private bridge and got onto high way 309. Damn this road sucks walking on. So imagine this. On the sides of the roads the ground is a hill going up. It is probably about a 60 degree angle. So here I am 12 at night walking across this holding onto the trees for dear life with a river of cars roaring below me. Eventually I made it to a safe flat place. I ran to the closest place which was bubu's pot belly. It seemed like a busy night. I hid in the woods behind it because I didn't want to have any confrontation with a drunken idiot stumbling out to their car. I called up somebody I knew and asked them to come pick me up because I was on verge of hypothermia from being wet. So the came and picked me up and that was my night and its only Tuesday. God I love my life.

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[Release.the.bats]

I suggest you get a blogspot.com account.
It's a free blog, and you can post your own blog here when you want. And keep track daily on the blog on blogspot.com.
Which could help keep you organized since it dates it and stuff for you, and you can customize the background.
I'm terribly sorry for your developing amnesia, I don't know what i'd do if I couldn't remember most things.
I wonder if my father has ever had hallucinations during his epileptic fits.
I'll have to ask him next time I talk to him, I could tell you his response if you'd like? I would try to ask him how he copes and maybe see if he had any good ways that you could try.
But i'm pretty sure his ways are music and marijuana. And I know you participate in the former but the latter is subjective.
I look forward to your blog[s].
Oh! You can also get more than one blog on blogspot. I have three: One is a normal everyday one, the other is a literary one[my own writing], and the last is the pagan one in my signature.
So you could have one for music too if you want.
Just a suggestion.

[One Walker]

That's a great story, mudnpool! Question: When you experience something; then forget it; then experience it again; is it like the first time or do you just get vague, annoying impressions that you've experienced it before? I would hope that if it was something really good you would experience the same joy of discovery as before. Just curious.

One Walker.

[mudnpool]

I get a dajavu feeling. Not sure how to spell that.

[One Walker]

Okay, thanks!

One Walker.