(I thought I had posted this earlier, but it came up as a draft)
On October 16, I checked into Stanford Hospital to be hooked up to an EEG machine for longer than the few minutes at my local care facility. In the past, my tests didn’t show anything as I did not have any seizures during the time when I was hooked up.
When we arrived (my husband was driving) the front of the hospital was super busy with what looked like valet parking, something we didn’t need for just a drop off. I got out of the car and he drove away. I entered the hospital and found my way around the hustle bustle, as I had directions to where I was going. In the neurological section, I was greeted by a young man who knew who I was, as I had called before leaving Monterey and told him that I was on my way.
Although I was set up in a room with another woman, we had to wait until one was available. I had no problem with that. The only reason I wanted a separate room was so that my mother could stay with me. Luckily, she had in-laws she could stay with in the meantime.
Shortly after I arrived, I was set up in bed with 24 electrode pasted to my head. The doctors came to visit me, and my mother arrived, as she had flown from Maui to be with me throughout. She and I have been through so much with my epilepsy and this was just another step for us. We both wanted her to be there. That night, they took me off one of my meds to try and encourage a seizure to hit. The gave me a button to push if I should ever feel a seizure coming on. They had a 24 hour/day monitor on me so they could keep an eye on me in case I needed some extra help.