Ahhh. Here we are back in the hospital. It's weird to not enter through the Emergency Department. To drive here in our own car. To have to wrestle a toddler down for an EEG who's wide awake and not totally doped on diazepam.
Okay, I've done the last one a few times. But still, not for a while.
Anyway, we're in for a visit to the Epilepsy Monitoring Unit. Apparently, this is a level 4 EMU, which is probably pretty good, except that I didn't know there were levels and, well, let's just say that this is far superior to the last few stays we've had at EMUs. See, once they hook you up to the wires, they hand you a button (or, in this case, hand your mom a button) and tell you to push it if something happens.
Lucy got ahold of the button and pushed it.
At the Shitty Hospital, where we've always done our EEGs up until now, that was it. You push the button, there's a mark on the monitor, and the doctor looks at that point and says "seizure or no seizure."
At THIS hospital, when you push the button, an alarm goes off at the nurse's station, the lights in your room come on, the TV goes off, and an EEG tech and two nurses run into your room. IMMEDIATELY.
To say that Lucy and I were not expecting this is an understatement. We were preparing to EVACUATE.
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