Home again, home again, jiggetty-jig.

I have returned from the hospital, largely intact.

Six days of being watched 24 hours a day, 32 electrodes cemented to my head; an electronic leash that prevented me from ever leaving my little crackerbox of a room.

Reading and watching TV was all I could do, really, and take on the phone for as long as people would listen to me ramble.

Some useful information was gathered, but I didn't have enough seizures to get an exact read on their origin and nature. So, as has always been the case with me, there is still no discernible pattern to any of it, even with the trauma of enforced cold-turkey withdrawal from my meds.

Alas.