My daughter is still sick. The hospital is wonderful, facilities, staff, set up, doctors, all of it. The MRI came out clean, the CT came out clean. Nothing showed up on the EEG. (But they might do a 24 hour long one at some point.) Her neurological symptoms are getting worse and she's experiencing delirium. I'm staying with her, mostly, and don't have access to the computer while there.
It's like a medical mystery...like a House M.D. episode, only the doctors are nice people who care about the patients, who listen well, and who are actually rather cautious. In real life they don't throw meds at a situation willy nilly the way they do on that show. But the show is still fun to watch.
Actual life in the hospital: I've beaten a track between our room and the coffee pot. I raid the clean linens closet on a regular basis and I'm the one helping with the bathroom trips when I'm there. I'm sure the nurses all love me for it. UK feeds the parents as well as the kids, and now that I know how to fold out the couch properly, I can actually get comfy there. (The first night included distorted contortions on a half sized couch bed.) Staying in the hospital does include lots of waking up in the night to help a moaning and groaning girl, or to chat with the nurse who does the vitals, that sort of thing.
But I know the chaplain personally and all the doctors and residents are so pleasant.
She could be in a while, figuring out what's going on and then treating it. My mom is coming to take care of the kids. Thank God for her! My Church family has been wonderful, too. We can feel everyone's prayers and support. Keep 'em coming. I'll update again when I can. I promise I won't leave you all hanging.