So bright and early Thursday afternoon, I got in the car and drove to the neurologist. Just a normal afternoon. Then a lady started gluing electrodes to my head.
It was for my 24 hour EEG.
Fuuuunnnnnnn.
Basically they glued a bunch of electrodes all over my head and chest, wrapped my head up in a wrap that made my brain feel like it was leaking out of my ears. Then they gave me a bag that was attached to my head via a shit load of wires.
It meant that I always had my head bent at an awkward angle, a constant headache, and yeah. Not a fun time.
AAAAAAND the cover slipped off while I was slipping, so I got electrode cream all over my pillow.
The next day could not come fast enough.
But it was so weird, because I'd see an adorable post from one of my ships ad be like AWWWW but then I'd be like "What if they can see my brainwaves and tell that I'm feeling proud of my OTP." So I just sat there watching Netflix all day.
Also, I found out that electrode cream is basically plastic in your hair.
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