Brain Scans: Day 2, Part 2

I snapped this photo out the window of my room from my hospital bed.  One of the techs who was attaching my 29 (I asked) leads to my head yesterday told me that this was the only monitoring room facing this way.  Everybody else gets a view of the hospital.  It looks cool at night with all of the buildings lit, but my phone doesn’t like low light photos, so you all get sunset instead.

Sunset over Boston looking roughly north
Sunset over Boston looking roughly north



Brain Scans: Day 2

It’s morning and I am awake for the moment.  They come by to take my vitals every 4 hours, day or night, so it is impossible to get more than 4 hours of consecutive sleep here.  I get it that it’s important for them to check that stuff, but sometimes one has to wonder if it wouldn’t be more productive to let me sleep for more than 4 hours at a shot as I’m here to be checked for seizures that I get in my sleep.

The good news is that, after reminding them that I needed my morning medication this morning, I did actually get breakfast.  I’m sort of annoyed that I have to be on top of them about this stuff.  Also, the nice lunch lady who takes your order just walked in to take mine and they STILL don’t have me in the system as a vegetarian.  I don’t know who one has to kill to get a vegetarian meal around here, but I am so glad Geoff brought me food last night.  It sounds like I am getting pasta for dinner tonight with no sauce.  Seriously.

Today is med student day.  I’ve already had visits from two doctors who have promised me more visits from a passel of med students who I have seen wandering up and down the halls like ducklings.  I’m not sure how I feel about that as they’re all med students at my alma mater.  Oh well, at least I don’t have to wear hospital clothing like all the other poor suckers here.

Thanks, everyone, for all of the links and such that you’ve sent me.  Some of this stuff has been truly outstanding.


Brain Scans: Day 1

And so I’m here, at Boston Medical Center, and I’m finally all wired up.  The nurse/phlebotomist with the Southie accent who just put in my IV just left and my nurse is coming by at some point to get me some food.  I’m not entirely sure how many wires are GLUED to my head, but it’s north of 20.

Yes, that’s right, glued.  The technician who was attaching them referred to the gluing part as being like, “a bad day at the nail salon” and she wasn’t kidding.  I asked how they removed the glue and she said, which I suspected, acetone.  I think I may have Geoff bring a bottle back with him when I get out of here since, apparently, getting all the glue off of one’s scalp takes “several washings.”  Fun.

I supposed it would be rude of me not to tell you all about my helmet.

I’ll get a picture of it when I can, but right now, it is out of reach.  Which is ironic as I am supposed to wear it AT ALL TIMES when on my feet and out of bed.  This includes the 6 foot walk to the bathroom and also when using the shower.  Mind you, I can’t actually shower as my head can’t get wet, I can only sponge bathe, but I have to sponge bathe with the helmet on.  Seriously.

It’s a black hockey helmet.

You know, I could have sworn I had some dignity around here someplace.  I have no idea where it went.  Have you seen it?