96-Hours

Aloha, Dear Friends! For the past week I have been away from the Great Recliner at the Center of the Universe. I was administered a 96-hour in-patient test called a Video EEG. For those of you new to the Center of the Universe, or unfamiliar with my current medical state, let me briefly explain.
I have been diagnosed with Adult Onset Epilepsy, brought on by or uncovered through a recent blow to the head. The symptoms have included many partial seizures and have pretty much confined me to my home and limited my work. Of course, I am still fully capable of maintaining my role as the Center of the Universe, thanks to the support of my friends, co-workers, and the confidence of the Big Guy Himself.
To try and isolate and better understand, and thus better treat my gray-matter issues, I was hooked up to a VEEG monitoring unit for 96 hours. A brief description: A VEEG unit monitors your brains electrical functions as well as your cardiac activity, recording them as the familiar jagged lines we've all seen on the medical TV shows. The video portion of the unit is simply a camera that watches you every minute of that 96 hours. This is to give the doctors a visual record to go along with the data record and be better able to understand any seizures you may have during your stay. Further, once a day the tech came and had me hyperventilate, then fired a series of strobe lights into my closed eyes. Both tests are designed to stress my neurons and trigger "events" if possible.
All of the fascination of the equipment, however, rubs off very quickly when my life boiled down to ten feet of travel at the end of the cable attaching the 24 electrical leads to my scalp to the VEEG unit. The only bit of privacy I had in those four days was in the bathroom, and then I wondered how the electrical impulses were being displayed for everyone to read. And back in the room, I was limited to the uncomfortable bed, or the uncomfortable chair. All the while, I had to ensure that "Moe", as I had begun to call the VEEG after that first 24-hours, could see me. It began to get a little creepy when I wondered if I scratched my balls at night, or did anything else that may prove embarrassing for that ever-watching camera.
Outside of that, I managed to relax a little. I read two books, listened to the radio during the day and watched a little TV at night. I watched a pair a good movies; "Alexander" and "Kingdom of Heaven". I had a few visitors, including my dear wife and youngest son, my mother and brother, a friend, and my darling step-daughter. My wife did bring me a 12-pack of Cherry-Vanilla Dr.Pepper (the 2nd Greatest soda mankind has ever formulated, behind Mountain Dew, in my humble opinion, but that's another posting entirely!) that I managed to finish off in those 96 hours. But for the most part I was alone and bored. It made me long for a natural disaster or something truly Revelatious to take my mind off of things, you know?
Well, today I am home and things are back to normal. I have made a quick dash up to the Center of the Universe, where I belong, to post this and let you all know how things are going for me. And never fear because I have much on my mind to let you know about. My "Little Gray Cells" may be miss-firing on occasion, but they are always ready to rock and roll on full-auto when a topic grabs their attention. Until next time, Aloha!