I've Got A Ranch Named For Me!

Just found out that my surgery is tomorrow, but not the surgery ya'll.might think I'm getting. Alas, I'm going back into the EMU Third floor in the Jones Pavillion... Again. The only thing that is different is first off, there is a little surgery they're going to have to preform. And that involves flexineedles that tell more precisely the frontal lobe where my seizures are since they do not appear exclusively in left frontaf lobe alone. It will tell my surgeons where to cut.
It's me Zipperhead, just cut down the stiches.

WADA Test

I have finally, finally, just been through the WADA test, and I was conscious for all of it. I can't tell you how painful that was before a general anestedic was administered through one of my femoral veins. It was my job to remember what my neurologist (short time) had shown me. So before I left the room, he walked me through the test and he showed me a list of things, cleared them off, put them with others, and asked me which ones I had seen before.
   So I'm finally in surgery (and it isn't pretty in the surgery room, conscious) with a makeshift view screener and someone working on my groin with a razor since I'm part Bigfoot, and an Oriental Rug. Now imagine, if you will, a tube going right into your femoral artery (Ouch!!!) then proceeding up your artery (Grrrrr!!!) That's about when the pain killer kicks in for say-oh 30 seconds (Ahhh!!!) And then the neuro-doc steps in. 'Do you remember the objects that were presented in (your) room?' I nailed it!  Then it was over. The live procedure was over.
    You could not find a happier patient with seizures or w/o seizures than I. I was wheeled in my bed to my room in the EMU Rm 2. and promptly crashed