Episode 1: So it begins

Since this is my first post/blog, I don't know what it should be called, I thought I'd give you some of my life's history. So that later when I say something that you think is odd, off the wall, or crazy, you know that it was a process to get me to this spot in my life. I didn't just wake up one morning and decide "I'm gonna go bat crap crazy from now on." No I'm afraid my friends it took years of training to get me to this peak mental instability. Here we go, I'm the baby boy to hilarious, amazing, and insane parents, my dad is pretty much the love child of Fred T Sanford and Uncle Si from duck dynasty. My Mom was sane and functional until my sister and dad corrupted her, that was before I was born, now a days her sanity is tested between my father, sister, grandsons, my fiance and a little bit of my angst's. For the most part she is the most stable one of us in the family. I have a sister she's older than me and she is really a great sister. I say this because in this and later post it might sound as if she is a couple of fries short of a happy meal, but she is an integral part of my support system. I guess while I'm talking about bat crap crazies I'll tell you about my wonderful, amazing, and beautiful fiance that's on the edge of needing a jacket that makes you hug your self, if you know what I mean. We have four awesome boys that are good kids but can flip a switch and make the devil beg to be sent back to hell to get some peace. The oldest is 16 and everyday his brain shrinks and soon I'm gonna have to hang a sign around his neck so he can remember his name, age, and if he wiped, bathed, and washed his hands that day. Then you have the twins, they're not really twins but they're very close in age, one year two days, the child version of pinkie and the brain. The younger one is the schemer and the older is the doer. Both are completely different but have a way to come together long enough to drive the oldest son into a tizzy of hormones, confusion, and rage. Oh the hilarity that ensues.  Finally we get to the youngest, Baby Hulk. With the strength of a 8 year old, body of a 5 year old, and mood swings of a 15 year old girl, he is 3 and he can make you contemplate suicide. just kidding, I know there is nothing funny about suicide, except seeing whats on the persons browser history. Then there is me, if mom is the stable one the anchor I'm the rescue boat in this sea of crazy. I have narcolepsy with cataplexy along with other health problems. I have my own set of mental issues that I'm medicated for or at least have them documented for legal purposes. This blog is gonna be about my struggles with my narcolepsy, how i push through, and how it effects me, my family and all the people around me. I'll try to keep it on the funny side cause I think my life is hilarious, like when i first started  having cataplexy attacks and falling in the floor   mid stride and my sister struggling to help me   up only for me to fall back on her and we both    end up in the floor chuckling at each other. If    you don't let a disability beat you down and get    you depressed, that's 80% of overcoming it, the    other 20 is really good meds. lol jk. Hope you    like this and follow my blog. At least you can  laugh at my infirmities with me and my family.   #narcolepsy #cataplexy #sleep