Thursday, June 09, 2005
wired
The Boy is currently wired.
Not for sound. Not for speed. And certainly not in the metaphorically descriptive all hopped up on coke or meth or even sugar and caffeine.
But wired nonetheless.
Currently there are twenty electrodes glued, yes glued, beneath his amazing curls to the skin of his wonderfully lumpy head. They are attached to a device about the size of an original tricorder on about a two feet tether that is literally locked in a small black pouch designed to be carried around wherever you go. Like a man purse.
(Yes tricorder. Secret confession number whatever. . . I was once something of a Trekkie. Accept it. Deal with it. I have. I will always cherish the memory of meeting William Shatner at the 27th Annual Chief Autorama and asking him to say "warp speed". He refused, the wonderfully cheesy bastard. So I settled for asking his opinion of ultra 80's hottie and TJ Hooker co-star Heather Locklear. His response, "She's aces." True story. I'm joshing you negative. And as always, I digress, and I didn't even get into the issue of the man purse. . . )
We are about eight hours into a 24 hour EEG. Tomorrow afternoon we take The Boy back to have all the gear removed.
A couple weeks ago The Boy did something strange. Twice. Quite frankly it was rather frightening and most likely neurological in nature, like a seizure, but not quite.
Briefly:
A couple of Tuesday afternoons back The Boy was just chillin' at home and all was fine. Suddenly without warning or apparent cause, his pulse went up to over 150 bpm. His respirations shot to at one point over 100 per minute. His body temperature blazed to about 102 degrees.
It happened in a flash, stayed for about 45 minutes then suddenly at about the time we were seriously debating a trip to the emergency room all his vitals went back to normal. He did this twice that afternoon.
As he was not sick, the only logical conclusion we could reach is that something neurological is going on. This was the logical conclusion because we have always known The Boy has some serious neurological issues. It has been and forever will be a guessing game as to just how serious. But it is our hope that the 24 hour EEG wll help.
The EEG will literally allow us to see what is going on in his head over the course of a typical day.
Details as they emerge. . .
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Not for sound. Not for speed. And certainly not in the metaphorically descriptive all hopped up on coke or meth or even sugar and caffeine.
But wired nonetheless.
Currently there are twenty electrodes glued, yes glued, beneath his amazing curls to the skin of his wonderfully lumpy head. They are attached to a device about the size of an original tricorder on about a two feet tether that is literally locked in a small black pouch designed to be carried around wherever you go. Like a man purse.
(Yes tricorder. Secret confession number whatever. . . I was once something of a Trekkie. Accept it. Deal with it. I have. I will always cherish the memory of meeting William Shatner at the 27th Annual Chief Autorama and asking him to say "warp speed". He refused, the wonderfully cheesy bastard. So I settled for asking his opinion of ultra 80's hottie and TJ Hooker co-star Heather Locklear. His response, "She's aces." True story. I'm joshing you negative. And as always, I digress, and I didn't even get into the issue of the man purse. . . )
We are about eight hours into a 24 hour EEG. Tomorrow afternoon we take The Boy back to have all the gear removed.
A couple weeks ago The Boy did something strange. Twice. Quite frankly it was rather frightening and most likely neurological in nature, like a seizure, but not quite.
Briefly:
A couple of Tuesday afternoons back The Boy was just chillin' at home and all was fine. Suddenly without warning or apparent cause, his pulse went up to over 150 bpm. His respirations shot to at one point over 100 per minute. His body temperature blazed to about 102 degrees.
It happened in a flash, stayed for about 45 minutes then suddenly at about the time we were seriously debating a trip to the emergency room all his vitals went back to normal. He did this twice that afternoon.
As he was not sick, the only logical conclusion we could reach is that something neurological is going on. This was the logical conclusion because we have always known The Boy has some serious neurological issues. It has been and forever will be a guessing game as to just how serious. But it is our hope that the 24 hour EEG wll help.
The EEG will literally allow us to see what is going on in his head over the course of a typical day.
Details as they emerge. . .
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