Here is what happened as best I know: She was doing her rehab therapy, walking on the treadmill I think. Had a seizure and fell down. Bruised her shoulder. Somebody insisted she go to the hospital for an EEG (I don’t even know what that is). Kept her overnight, hopped up on the goofballs.
This morning, she complained her head hurt, which triggered a round of head X-rays. Unclear if they found anything in there. Maybe some chalk dust, piece of lint.
She must be okay, because she is complaining about the food and threating to walk out. Daughter is bringing tacos. She wants to go back to the other place with good food and cats.
EEG stands for electroencephalogram. That’s when electrodes are slapped all over your head and your brain waves are mapped.
Think of it like an EKG for the brain.
For en EKG, the electrodes are attached to little pads that stick to your body. For an EEG, the electrodes are little needles poked just under the skin of your scalp. Surprisingly, that really doesn’t hurt.
However, for needle-phobics, they can use little suction cups with a dab of conductive gel. That leaves a gawd-awful mess.
Poor ol’ Beck probably has permanent electrodes embedded in her scalp. And for all her testing, the tracing pens probably draw corndogs from Sonic.
