- Jul 27, 2007
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I'm not sure where to begin. I've had a rough 2-3 months (My memory sucks, I'll explain why in a minute).
I went into the PHospital in November with a really bad depressive episode; and even though it's a bit better, I am still quite low. Toward the end of my hospital stay, the PDoc started me on Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT's). At first I had them 3 times a week, then spacing them out to once every other week. I don't think they're helping any better than the meds have. Well, perhaps a little. I spend the first week thereafter in relatively good spirits, then in the second week I begin to get weepy out of the blue with very little to trigger it. The last day or two before the next ECT are horrible, just about every thought is negative, and the negative thoughts lead to suicidal thoughts. Fortunately the next ECT seems to bring temporary relief. I am sure I would have been in the hospital over the holidays if it weren't for these treatments. The PSurgeon that does the ECTs said he wanted to be able to space the treatment out to every three weeks, but my symptoms prevent it. He also brought up the fact that perhaps the treaments aren't working for me and that perhaps we should stop them and try something else. I'm afraid to stop them.
My behavior isn't the best either. I find my self doubling one of my evening meds to escape into dreamland more quickly. It seems my whole life is in the toliet and falling apart. Maybe the abrupt trip into unconsciousness during the ECTs...maybe that's why they bring temporary relief. Of course my short term memory is affected, and that's a pain in the rear. Things that used to be concrete in my mind--phone numbers, where a particular store I frequent is located, whole movies I watched just 2 months ago. I don't know how my husband puts up with me, and I'm sure if he knew the whole story, he'd leave me. I am so not the person my husband met 15 years ago.
Well, my next ECT is tomorrow morning, so I'll be okay; but I am so sick of the cycling...up, down, mixed. I so want out of it all.
I went into the PHospital in November with a really bad depressive episode; and even though it's a bit better, I am still quite low. Toward the end of my hospital stay, the PDoc started me on Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT's). At first I had them 3 times a week, then spacing them out to once every other week. I don't think they're helping any better than the meds have. Well, perhaps a little. I spend the first week thereafter in relatively good spirits, then in the second week I begin to get weepy out of the blue with very little to trigger it. The last day or two before the next ECT are horrible, just about every thought is negative, and the negative thoughts lead to suicidal thoughts. Fortunately the next ECT seems to bring temporary relief. I am sure I would have been in the hospital over the holidays if it weren't for these treatments. The PSurgeon that does the ECTs said he wanted to be able to space the treatment out to every three weeks, but my symptoms prevent it. He also brought up the fact that perhaps the treaments aren't working for me and that perhaps we should stop them and try something else. I'm afraid to stop them.
My behavior isn't the best either. I find my self doubling one of my evening meds to escape into dreamland more quickly. It seems my whole life is in the toliet and falling apart. Maybe the abrupt trip into unconsciousness during the ECTs...maybe that's why they bring temporary relief. Of course my short term memory is affected, and that's a pain in the rear. Things that used to be concrete in my mind--phone numbers, where a particular store I frequent is located, whole movies I watched just 2 months ago. I don't know how my husband puts up with me, and I'm sure if he knew the whole story, he'd leave me. I am so not the person my husband met 15 years ago.
Well, my next ECT is tomorrow morning, so I'll be okay; but I am so sick of the cycling...up, down, mixed. I so want out of it all.