I don't remember my first ambulatory eeg that much. Maybe because I was only 5 weeks out from HB08.
Yesterday it came flooding back. Scratch-scratch-scratch, push an electrode down in that spot that was just made raw, then coat it with the MOST noxious fumed glue EVER. After that, there is a loud machine that blows air on it to dry it in place. This is repeated several times all over my scalp.
The first time I took the car home and hybernated for 24 hours. This time, I was prepared with a little scarf and I boarded the bus. I was out in public for the first 7 hours of the EEG. I was around a bunch of little kids, none of which asked me about the wires coming out of my head. A few adults asked me about it. I got a lot of: "I'm so sorry." I guess that's just the natural thing to say when someone has a gauzy head?
My favorite two moments of this time:
1. I passed my stylist friend on the street, she was walking with her 4th-grade son. She told me later that he said: "She always wears the coolest stuff." Well, I guess a robot-head would be cool to a fourth-grader.
2. I was waiting for a friend outside a drugstore on Broadway and this woman turned around and looked at me 5 times as she walked away from me. I stared right back at her, because I thought it was so funny that she had to keep looking back. Her expression was always of confusion.
Anyway, I did have a headache for the first few hours, but then I adjusted, and my Pinkberry smoothie helped ease the pain. I was also fairly distracted by Phoebe's talent show last night. It was fun to watch her.
When Phoebe saw me she rubbed my face, asked if it hurt, and told me she loved me. She also informed me that she told all her friends not to pull my chords. And she drew my portrait: