Four of them came before dawn. Interns, residents, fellows, students - I've never been able to properly distinguish and categorize these young folks in white coats. Fresh minds in any case, full of the latest teachings and eager to get on with healing the world.
I've learned that the youngest whitecoats haven't yet specialized their focus enough to answer detailed questions. They poke and prod and hmmm a lot. Today's quartet, however, I recognized as neuro-somethings although I could not recall if they were of the ologist or surgeon clan but felt sure they could provide some basic answers for me.
I described Spike's pre-seizure smiles and happiness and asked if the "happiness zone" lay anywhere near the suspected seizure focal point in the right frontal lobe. I admit I felt a bit of the country rube calling it the happiness zone rather than its proper Latin name but I could stand a bit of embarrassment in the pursuit of knowledge to help little Spike.
The leader of the gang showed his long term management potential by immediately referring the question to another member of the club. With an authoritative clearing of throat, he dodgily explained that it is hard to "um, er, pin down or locate exactly where, um, emotions kind of come from." Well, yes, for a layman, I thought that to be true which is why I asked experts. Before I finished forming that thought in some unspecified area of my brain, the gang had made a speedy exit never, I suspect, to be seen at Spike's bedside again - at least not when Inquisitor Parents are near.