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Showing posts with label migraine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label migraine. Show all posts

Monday, June 6, 2011

An embarrassing time

To my family, friends and professional acquaintances, recently, I had been told that I was trying to conn everyone in to thinking I am something other then who I am.  In an answer to that and to be sure this comes from me I am writing this to apologize to all those who love and supported me through this past year and a half.

While I cannot talk about some of the specifics I will be as open as I can about this:

In late 2009 after getting laid off from my former employer I was notified of an investigation pertaining to my use of my then company credit card, I immediately contacted the investigating authority the Oakland County Sheriff’s Department and provided them with any and all information I was asked, I went in for an interview and answered all questions asked of me.  In March of 2010 I was taken into custody (arrested) and spent 24 hours in the Oakland County Jail for the crime of embezzlement.   After a video arraignment I was released on a $50k personal bond and let out. 

The next day my ex-wife Suzann and I met with a criminal attorney who would spend the next year working toward some sort of “plea” with the prosecution.  During this time, going to trail was discussed in depth with my family, my lawyers and because of the expense of taking a case to trial (we were told it would cost close to $250,000) it was determined that the best course would be for me to plead “No Contest” I refused to plead guilty for this crime because while some of what was claimed was true there was a big difference in what was true and what was being clamed.

So just after the New Year I went in for my scheduled court appearance in circuit court and entered the plea of “No Contest”, while I never had to admit guilt entering this plea in the criminal justice system meant that I was guilty, and guilty of all claims.  In the eyes of the law a plea of No Contest is a guilty verdict with out ever admitting the guilt.  On April 14th I along with Shelby (my daughter) went into the same courtroom for sentencing.  I was givin the chance to speak, to apologize to my daughter, the court and the victim.  My position was to ask the court for an at home confinement but it was not to be.  I was sentenced to 120 days in Oakland County Jail with 5 years of probation.  I was put in hand cuffs on the spot and the most haunting image was that of Shelby standing not knowing what to do with tears streaming down her face.

As helpless as a father could be!  I was taken and placed in the holding cells for 3 or 4 days before I was classified and then placed into what would be my permanent “Block”.  Because I have M.S. I was placed in one of the blocks used for medical quarantine.   I spent a total of 72 days in the Oakland County Jail, and intensely embarrassing time for my family and close friends who knew that this investigation was going on.  It will continue to be an intensely embarrassing time for my family for sometime to come.

As I write this I sit in my home with a tether strapped to my leg because after writing a letter to the judge I was released early from the jail to serve the remainder of my time at home.  There were serious medical issues concerning my M.S. that could not be dealt with inside.  I sit here writing this so that several things get accomplished, one I take full responsibility for what I did and if you look at me with the eyes of the law I am guilty, I do not accept the entirety of what is being claimed and as such a restitution hearing has been scheduled so that I can  hope to get this to a more realistic settlement.

There is no excuse for what I did, there will never be one, I’ve often said that every man has a breaking point, where given enough regardless of how strong that man appears to be on the outside he will break.  There often is no telling what a man will do when he does break; this letter is a result of what I did.

I am ashamed and embarrassed by my actions, I am extremely sorry for the embarrassment I have caused those close to me and I will go to my grave carrying that with me.  They say after restitution is paid off my probation will end and I can have this crime expunged from my record after 5 years.  Regardless when that takes place I will forever carry this with me!

I would like to thank Shelby and my ex-wife Suzann for there support and I am particularly proud Shelby for having to go through the most drastic learning curves an 18 year old daughter should have to go through.  I would also like to thank the rest of my family and friends who stood by me in this.  I am sorry for the embarrassment and letting you all down.

Saturday, August 6, 2005

Mr. Migraine

Woke up about 2:00am with a pounding in my head,
Woke up about 2:00am with the walls spinning round my bed.
Had a flashback to the days of Gizmo,
And thought I was looking through a goofy colored prizmo.
Turns out it was my old friend Mr. Migraine,
Back again to make me go insane with that never-ending brain pain.

Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!

I left for work on a bright sonny day,
The kind that makes you think of a roll in the hay.


All the cheer was just a fake how-do-you-do,
I can barely stand the light because it feels like some sort of evil Voodoo.
As long as my old friend Mr. Migraine is here the sun glasses will never come off,
People look at me like as if I’m crazy and when I look back they are all a bit hazy.
As long as Mr. Migraine is here the sun glasses will never come off.

Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!

Floating high on a prescription buzz,
I’ve got one so bad my tongue feels like fuzz.
On the way home MR. Migraine seems to be taking a break,
I hate that Mr. Migraine makes me act so fake.


He’s playing his nasty old tricks on me,
Because when the glasses come off all I can see,
Is a swirling mess of colors.
This dammed thing is going to get the best of me,
Mr. Migraine please set me free!

Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!

Getting home my family thinks I’m cranky,
Mr. Migraine and I have been through a long day,
I wish I could remember what I wanted to say,
But Mr. Migraine has taken my thoughts along the way.
Confusion, pain and anger have gotten to close to me,
Mr. Migraine is making me insane.


It hurts to here her say “take a chill pill” because I’m already there,
And my old friend Mr. Migraine has me weaker still…

Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!

One thing is for certain Mr. Migraine you will never win,
Because giving into you would be a mortal sin.
When the fog clears and the glasses come off,
I can say, I made it through and although I don’t
Remember everything today,
I will wake another day to say…


Migraines are a real drag,
Mr. Migraine I need to get of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!