I start ECT early Monday morning.
I have mixed feelings about this. I’m moderately afraid because I know there will be some memory loss, and even more muscle aches than I currently have (which are a lot) for a couple of months. I’m afraid that I will forget to shower or eat or take meds or feed the cats or put cigarettes out.
At the same time, I know that this is very necessary, and I know that it’s time. I feel a strong sense of relief, because now there is an end in sight to my crushing depression.
Yesterday I only got out of bed to pee, smoke, and eat a little. Generally I work very hard at putting up a good front, but it’s exhausting, and when I’m at home I just don’t have the energy for it.
I’ll be back in a while, when my mind is better. Much love.
Gooooood morning early risers, late shifters, crazy insomniacs, and party people.
I haven’t seen this side of six AM in several days, because I’ve been sleeping relatively well; but I must admit that I’ve missed my early mornings.
All I can hear right now is the vague noise of the expressway from a couple of blocks away and the scrapes and chirps of a few lingering cicadas and crickets. It’s peaceful.
I have to tell you, Dollar General’s coffee game is pretty strong. You may scoff at this, Starbucks snobs, but honestly, it’s good stuff.
Today I plan to move some blog entries from Patreon to this site. I will, however, be removing any personal information about my family, because this site is searchable, and this is not their story.
Have a great day.
I bought a plant!
I was in the checkout at the grocery store, and on a small display table next to my cart sat a few small, bedraggled succulents. I saw this one, with its sad little droopy leaf hanging off of the side and its painfully dry soil, and I had to give it a home.
I’ll admit that I typically don’t have much luck with plants. My mother is the plant lady of the family. Her spider plants in the ‘70s and 80’s grew massive and terrifying protrusions, and her Wandering Jews are lush and lustrous. My stepdad, too, takes great care with his outdoor summer flowers, producing pretty little beauties like this:
I have killed a cactus, and that’s no easy feat.
Still, I am determined to make my new little friend thrive, and am keeping it in the kitchen on the counter; far from the cats’ ravenous eyes and the nasty porch cigarette smoke.
I just got back from the gym. I both love and hate the gym.
I love the gym because there is such a diverse array of bodies in motion and it’s interesting to watch. On the Stairmaster is a lovely Latina woman in peak physical condition smoothly climbing to nowhere. On the elliptical is a heavy white woman churning her arms and legs furiously to the beat of the music. On the treadmill is a thin Black man running with a look of grim determination. They all inspire me.
I love the music at the gym. To use a current slang term, it slaps.
I love working out because although it is often painful, it feels good and necessary. My shoulder and pretty much everything above the waist still ache, so I am relegated to the recumbent bike, leg weights, very isolated ab exercises, and the treadmill for the time being. I’m slowly gaining momentum.
I hate the gym because I do have a shit body image and I do tend to compare myself to those lovely diverse people who are working so hard and look so great. I can’t help but look at my sweaty, red face or protruding abdomen in the enormous, floor-to-ceiling mirror and think, My God, Monstrous.
It’s very hard not to listen to the running commentary in my head that squalls, “YOU used to be that thin,” or “YOU are not working that hard”.
I am there, I am doing what I can, and no amount of self-flagellation is going to help me.
No amount of iced coffee runs after the gym are going to help me either, though. Heh.
*sips Dunkin‘ Donuts frozen vanilla chai latte*
Do you go to the gym? What’s your favorite thing to do there? Hit me up in the comments.
I am roughly an hour and a half late for a Labor Day luncheon at my mom’s because I am waiting for my daughter’s boyfriend, so if you could please fax me some of your best benzos and a bottle of Patron, that would be great.
By the way, there’s a link in the drop-down menu to my Instagram page if you feel like adding me and checking out all of my cat photos and horrendous selfies.
Well, welcome to the advent of further blatherings. I am back on WordPress, much to the chagrin of terrified children everywhere.
I will soon be pasting entries from Patreon here, as well as the REALLY old TranceJen stuff from Diaryland, when I was younger and thinner but admittedly still crazy.
I hope you enjoy it. More content coming soon.