Every year the same

Daughter and I are in hospital for her yearly EEG. Arrived last night. We will be here until Sunday.
Time to watch tv, eat hospital food, and nap. There is not much else to do. I have my phone and kindle. She has a paper she needs to write.
There is a machine tracking her brain, squiggling away, as she sleeps and writes, and eats French fries. So strange to have proof of the brain doing its thing when we consider ourselves goofing off. Busy things, brains.