Day 3

No one sleeps well. It doesn't matter if it's your first night, your second night, or your last night. You spend the night scratching your unwashed head, showers are permitted once every 7 days. You spend the night gently untangling your limbs from the cords glued to your head hoping they don't get detached. You spend the night listening to the other people around you having seizures, waiting for the nurses to shuffle to their beds.

You spend the night waiting for yourself to have a seizure. If you're lucky, you will.

A short story which depicts some of my experience in the epilepsy unit.