When you X-Ray my chest, it looks as though there’s a first generation iPod in my right breast, a pair of leads stretching toward my heart.
The pacemaker I had inserted when I was 18 saved my life, and left me with a cyborg body.I’ll back up for context. I had my first seizure when I was eight, and for the next ten years I was operating under the impression that I was just one of many people living with Epilepsy.
And for the most part, it was manageable. Until it wasn’t. After high school I moved to Savannah, GA to study acting. I was thriving, feeling the boundless freedom of being an adult in training, and treating my body, well, like a college freshman living in a city with open-container laws.