Trust me to never make anything simple.
I’m sitting here at home with EEG gunge still stuck in my hair. My eyes are streaming and my nose is blocked. The Old Trout is snoring away upstairs. I’ve reached and surpassed my daily step goal today, but as to doing anything extra for Janathon: no.
I’ve recently had a couple of seizures. I landed up flailing about like you do and the doctor has sent me to have a few tests including this EEG. During the EEG you have electrodes glued on to your head in order to pick up the electrical signals produced when brain cells send messages to one another. The data from all of the electrodes is collated and analysed by a specialist who determines if they can spot anything unusual going on in your brain, like epilepsy.
I wasn’t nervous about the EEG, but as with all appointments I was anxious to get enough sleep so that I was as mentally stable today as possible. So, it was with annoyance that I was woken up by the daft Old Trout trying to get in to my house 4 hours before the appointment. As far as I was concerned, I’d still got 3 hours left to sleep. As far as she was concerned, I had arranged to meet up with her that morning.
I was so tired! And there she was, in my living room, blabbing away (Because we do get along well really, for all that I might say.) until my carer arrived to pick me up.
The problem started during the EEG. As I said, I wasn’t worried about the procedure. They slapped a cap on my head, attached the electrodes with some gunk and then asked me to close my eyes and keep still.
Oh flipping heck! I had to sit still like that for about 10 minutes. With no distractions.
At first I was okay. But slowly, all of the schizophrenic thoughts started to seep into my mind. And I wasn’t able to distract myself. I tried thinking about my cold, and how lousy I felt. I tried thinking about my next sewing project. but NO. Would my head behave? Pah! All my brain wanted to concentrate on was things that have happened in the past. There’s one statement that I made during a manic phase over a decade ago that two inconsequential people overheard me saying; that came out in full force today. Over, and over, and over again.
I just wanted to rip that cap off my head and run out of the room.
But I didn’t. I was as sensible as I could be. Until they’d finished, and then I lost it completely. And was my carer anywhere to be seen when I fled out of the room? No, because she’d been told that the EEG would last an hour, when in fact it took roughly 20 minutes. So I was stuck in a sterile reception, with my thoughts running full force around my head like a set of bulls on speed. And guess what? I blame the Old Trout for this one: she woke me up and prattled on for hours so that I didn’t have time to sort myself out. I didn’t have anything like a mobile phone to distract me. Or my crochet hook; I’d taken along my yarn, but couldn’t do anything with it.
My carer returned to find me being carefully looked after by a gaggle of nurses who’d discovered me wandering in a very confused state along a corridor somewhere. I’m afraid that I’d just flipped.
So, there you are: that’s my excuse for not doing anything more than was absolutely necessary today.
EEG Day: Wandered to hospital, around hospital and back.
Steps Taken: 4,789
Difficulty level: ???!