Growing up fast

When I was 16 I was earning a fair packet as a porter. I was out most nights drinking and smoking, and getting wasted.
When I started work. This only intensified.
By the time I was 17 1/2 I was on the shorts and shots. Pissed most nights. Smoking 25-35 fags a day. Then back on it the next day. Plus hitting the clubs on a Friday and Saturday night.
When I look back, I regret some of the things I did, but wouldn't change a thing.
I often came to work, hung over or still pissed.
I had a butchery manager that was young himself and although a cowboy, helped me out a great deal. He helped me sober up by feeding me up and sugary drinks. He also had a thing for beating the shit outta me. But that's another blog!
on one occasion I was that sick, I threw up in a case of chickens. The smell of meat at an early age and sickness didn't go.
My drinking binges and late nights with early starts, was effecting me, more than I could of possibly realise.
I was burning the candles at both ends...
Many times, I would be late getting up for work and had to run, to save myself from a beating. Literally.
When I ran, I always remember falling over. As if someone had taken my legs away. This happened many times, but I just blamed the drink. I never thought it could be anything else.
One Friday night I went clubbing, as usual. Got pissed as usual. Got up for work the next day as usual. But something was different. The same late routine I was running and my legs were taken away from me, got up. Dusted myself down. Did a couple of hours work, had the normal shakes and jerks. But this time, they were controlling me and I was scared. So I took myself to the canteen to grab a mars bar to help me.
The next thing I know was when I woke up. I had, had an epileptic fit.
Later I was diagnosed.