It's the hospital life for me....

As a girl with epilepsy, I've cataloged countless hours in hospital rooms and hospital beds. Hospitals are interesting places; while MDs are trying to figure you out, you can figure out a lot about yourself.

Every doctor's visit is different too...

• there are the normal hospital visits ("Hi Dr. #14, how are you?")

(if you're wondering how I came to that number I checked my phone contacts and counted the number of contacts in the ''Doctors" list in my phone)

• there are the worrying hospital visits ("Hi Dr. Random, I don't know you but.... there'safingerofminethatisprotrudingtheotherwaythanitusuallydoesCANYOUFIXTHAT?)

• the boring hospital visits ("Press Two for an unending prescription for Tylenol....)

• the routine hospital visits ("Yes. Yes. Yes.  *sigh*...Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Yes. No!!!")

• the frustrating hospital visits ("Oh, uh.., hey kid. Wow, you did a job on yourself there, didn't you! The nurse...oh you? Well, you did a good job patching yourself up. Doesn't look too bad. A bookcase? Geez. Here's an endless prescription for Tylenol.")

•  the WTF hospital visits ("Why is my hair sticky? And red? I feel exhausted go away, WAIT. Why the hell am I not wearing pants and how did I even GET here?! Oh God......")

and then, of course, there are the huge hospital visits.

I'm in the middle of a huge hospital stay at the moment. This is good I suppose- the last two of my visits were mainly consisting of myself remaining unconscious for days on end (status epilepticus is nothing to dick with). When you have 3 and 4 hour long seizures they pump you full of so many drugs you can't even remember your own last name. I'm going to quote myself here, "It starts with an F.......F.....no, it's not coming. I don't care. It's really long. O'Flynn!"

This hospital visit is, thankfully, consisting of me remaining awake for the most part (minus the last two days with sleep deprivation involved)