Bruno Fiacco

STAYING HEALTHY, THE EPILEPTIC WAY

I have been battling seizures for many years. I want to share my story and help others live better everyday.

PAST

It began in kindergarten, not nursery because I wasn’t a child put in preschool, not that nursery would have changed the way my grammar school education was at Our Lady Of The Blessed Sacrament (OLBS) in Bayside. There I was always no better then a B+ student, if I was lucky, and the same through my teenage years at Holy Cross High School, both schools being just three blocks from home, so my epilepsy didn’t fall into full effect until my years at St. Johns University traveling by bus for the first time, completing my core courses, all the basics, but didn’t find the course that SJU had to offer me. So, then I ventured on a longer and much more excruciating bus ride up to The New York Institute of Technology (NYIT) which holds the best programs in the field of Architecture which would have been so much simpler with a car, which I did not have. And by excruciating I mean try lugging all of your work to and from everyday, meaning tubes of drawings and drawing papers, tool boxes, models and modeling kits, along with a jam packed heavy backpacks all into a jam packed bus that the bus driver let me shove what I could under his seat feeling that bad for me before being dumped off to an NYIT campus that’s so huge they have a bus to get you around, or I would say should have had a bus to get you around because everyone there knew that when it was time for class to be called your bus wasn’t coming. It frightens me just to recall this, but in the long run (for however long that run lasted before getting pulled out, twice, from NYIT. I did get into in after work hours in Manhattan’s NYIT I did enjoy it).

All of these effects caused my seizures to rise, as did my job for The New York City District Council of Carpenters Union for ten years where my uncles worked and my parents thought of would be a good idea. I was staring at a computer screen for ten years, every year worse then the last. The only reason of why I stayed was because it was in SoHo, the most beautiful part of Manhattan. During all this time at the Carpenters Union I was still trying to find the right job for me, because this was not it. I got myself into Queens College under Sports Management, but by this time now my plans needed to change since I had a daily seizure problem, and it was growing, so how was this supposed to work exactly?