Today I had a full physical in preparation for ECT. If you want to have your brain to go sizzle and pop, there’s a lot of preparation involved. When you think about how low-functioning depressed people are, it’s really a miracle that they ever make it into ECT, because there are so many prerequisites, and they all feel like mountains to be climbed. On a good day it’s hard to get me to the doctor. Today the temperature was forty degrees colder than yesterday, (twenty instead of sixty), and snowing. How in the hell did I get in to that car? I guess I want my bean fried.
The doctor gave me a thorough examination, including an EKG (fully functioning heart, thank you very much) and I got oodles of tubes of blood taken out of me. I have no idea what kind of blood tests they are. CBC-whatchumafuckit was all I read. It must be serious.
Just for shits and giggles I got a flu shot as well. You know last year’s flu shot didn’t do shizznit for me, I still got the flu (RSV? TB? HIV? Something like that) and I had to miss Christmas. Yeah. It was a bad one. So why I took the shot again I don’t know. I guess if I got the flu, and I didn’t get the shot, I’d be bitching at myself and saying “You should have gotten the flu shot!” Now if I get the flu I can just say hey, I did my best to avoid the damn plague.
The workday was another struggle from one task to the next. I guess I have resigned myself to the fact that it’s going to be a struggle right now. There’s something organic up there in my brain that makes things seem hard. I don’t know what it is. I look forward to this being different in the future.
The next big challenge is Tuesday’s ECT Consult. I need to work on my pages of paperwork. It feels like homework. I will do it this weekend somehow.
Well I am going to try some Bipolar on Fire! Fire! Fire! in the kitchen wizardry now…beware! This might be magic! Then again it may just be chicken pot pie. Something for a cold night. Peach out homiezzzzzzzz and thanks for reading.