Electricians in white coats
Well, once again, two of them came to examine me... my skull this time. They attach a small net to my head, which is held in place by a fairly strong elastic band that goes under my chin and pushes my lower jaw back a good centimeter. It's uncomfortable after a while and even more annoying because the operator asks you at regular intervals to put your jaw back in its natural position so as not to ruin the results of the examination. No matter what you do, your jaw always ends up moving back because of the pressure from the elastic “muzzle.” And you can't even tell her because you have to keep your mouth in its “natural position”!
You've got about thirty wires (I'm guessing, I didn't count) connected to the net, which is a bit scary at first: you just hope the machine isn't an electric chair wannabe. Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit because, apart from my jaw dropping, this EEG It's going well. But it's long, loooooong, veeeeeery loooooong and... boring, veeeeeery boring.
Well, that's it, it's over. M seems impressed, even though he went through a lot... It must be the decorum and all the effort it requires to connect everything correctly to your skull. It takes just as long to disconnect and tidy up all the cables. Anyway, I didn't understand everything that happened, but it left me with a feeling of perplexed curiosity or curious “perplexity” that won't go away, because given the length of the exam and how laborious it was to set up, I let them leave without asking them any questions. The doctors will have to figure it out, it's not my problem! Ignorance can be a blessing sometimes. Right?
Relaxing, to say the least.
