BACK!
So, what did I miss?
Anyway. The first night I got there, Mom was charged too much for parking, so she yelled at the girl operating the lot. It was so stupid. The lot didn't even belong to the clinic, but there is no other place to park.
I had about seventeen electrodes on my head/face, two on each leg, a belt around my stomach and one around my chest (to monitor breathing) and a clasp around one of my fingers to measure oxygen levels.
During the day-tests, the clasp, belts, leg electrodes, and some of the face electrodes were removed.
They stick them on with this disgusting cream, and it's very oily so it took me forever to get it out of my hair, which is naturally very greasy. (Thank God I got to take a shower at the end of both days!) I acidentally kicked two of the electrodes off my leg and had to buzz the nurse so she could stick them back on.
During the day they had "day-tests" where I had to try to fall asleep for about twenty minutes. In between those times I read or did my homework.
English wasn't the nurses' first language, so I had a hard time understanding some of them.
I went out to the Eaton centre with my Mom and my aunt S the first night. I finally found a pair of black jeans that fit me.
S is my mother's younger sister and never shuts up. She can talk for three and a half hours straight. (We love her anyway.)
The next day I didn't have as many electrodes on at night, and I had to sit in a chair in a dark room for twenty minutes for the day-tests. I wasn't allowed to do anything, and this time I was supposed to NOT sleep.
I'll post some pictures later.
This also gave me time to work on a little story that includes all of you... I hope that Mwamba likes it... :D
I say night I'm living in the forest of my dream,
I know the night is not as it would seem,
I must believe in something,
So I'll make myself believe it,
That this night will never go.
Laura Branigan, Self-control

Oh, Canada...