Yesterday’s ECT was rough. I woke up quickly, felt OK to go out to breakfast with my dad afterwards, and had a conversation with Jasmine when I got home, but I had crazy memory loss and a throbbing headache at the base of my skull that was so bad I wound up going to bed at four o’clock in the afternoon.
They seem to be getting worse every time, and I sincerely hope that this trend will not continue.
I do feel marginally better today, though, so hopefully it’s just treatment days that I’m going to feel like crap.
One thing I’m truly grateful for is that Dean and my family have volunteered to drive me at 6:30 in the morning three days per week. My dad was off yesterday so he took me, my mom is taking me tomorrow, and even though Dean works 2-2s he has no problem waking up at 6 to head over to the hospital in East Chicago. That’s one hell of a good friend.
The nurses on the same-day surgery unit (ECT is considered same-day surgery) are fantastic, too. They’re all very kind and pleasant to be around.
So far this has been pretty good except for the physical side effects.
In other news, I need to think of a badass Halloween costume. Jasmine and her boyfriend are dressing up as Daphne and Fred because our dog looks like Scooby Doo. Shaggy, perhaps? Heh.
I also need to go on a diet, because I have been absolutely pigging out and am roughly the size of a land yacht. There is nothing I hate more than measuring food.
On that note, off I go to drink the coffee.
