Kansas Sunflower kindly asked where I've been since starting this blog. The truth is that except for a little burst of energy behind the set up of this blog, I've been in the depression deep-freeze for the last couple months. I finally insisted that my doc do something about it. He's reluctant to try anti-depressants on me because they've thrown me in to mania in the past, but I told him something HAD to budge. I just couldn't live like that anymore.
His response was that we should try an anti-depressant one more time and then move on to ECT. The problem with ECT is I really can't tolerate short term memory loss and do my job. "Gee class, I have no idea what I lectured about on Tuesday so I'll just take a shot in the dark today..." I have to be able to teach and do research.
I've been on Cymbalta for over two weeks now and I've felt a very noticable difference, physically and mood-wise. Physically I feel like I'm ramped up quite a bit; my muscles, especially in my face, jaw, and neck feel very tense. My mood has improved quite a bit, though it's still not where I would like it to be. (Will it ever? I doubt it.) I fear, however, that I am sliding toward mania. I'll let myself whine to the crowd: sometimes I get really tired of keeping all the plates spinning and I'm so tempted to give in to the illness, addiction, desires, and sundry monkey-chatter that fills my head most days.
Will anyone out there who has been through ECT please leave a response and let me know how it went for you? Thanks again for your inquiry Sunflower.
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14 comments:
Hey buddy,
you want some french cries with that whaaamburger or what?
I think I hear the whaaaambulance.
I gotta go.
Ted wrote:
"I felt so invaded. How could somebody I trust so much violate me like that? I immediately jumped out of the bed wrapped in only a sheet and ran outside. It was cold and raining but I just didn't know what else to do. ... I feel really lost right now and I know that it's important for me to communicate what happened. I'm having all sorts of thoughts that I've never had before. Ijust don't know what to do."
Do *I* want some some 'french cries'???
You know, I'm so sick of hearing people whine and bitch because they're addicted to drugs or mentally ill or whatever.
There's no secret to drug addiction...just stop doing it.
My wife shoved her finger up my ass and I liked it against my will. Do you have any idea what that's like?
That's something I'm going to have to deal with for the rest of my life.
You, Dr K, are a pussy.
BTW...I'm worth $25 million.
You listen to me 'Punxsutawney Ted' (you look like a fat rodent with that mustache). You have a MINOR hiccup in your marital life and you act like it's the end of the world. Now who is really being the pussy?
So I guess you don't believe in the disease model of addiction or in parity for mental health. How worldly of you.
You are a cruel, cruel, small-hearted man 'Puny-scrawny Ted'. I hope your ass hurts really bad and gets infected.
As ever,
Dr. K
P.S. I have something far greater than $25 million: knowledge.
I just don't understand I guess. I think people who are "addicted" to drugs are just weak and making excuses for themselves.
Do you really believe knowledge is better than money? You sound like a dysfunctional after school special.
I know it's ironic, but you're almost as bad as the jews.
If you're so smart, why don't you stop banging your head against the wall, you hippie.
I had no control over my wife fingering me on our 20th anniversary. You have complete control over whether or not you take drugs. Pussy.
Is that your deal Ted? Is that how you make your money? Picking on the addicts and the mentally ill?
What? I suppose you make a ton of cash servering alcohol to the drunks at your bar. What a bastard.
Why don't you go sit on a knife!
(P.S. As far as pussy goes, the ladies love my mustache and beard.)
I actually do serve a drink called a "Ted", and if you come in I'll give you one on the house.
You may be the Dr, but I've got the medicine.
Ted likes it in the man pussy.
Ted why are you so angry? I told tell people things like this very often, but I know things when I know them, and your wife will be dead within a year.
Hello Dr. K...
Good luck with your Cymbalta - ECT is a really serious decision, one that I haven't had to make, but "bloggo chicago" went through it. You should check out her blog. Hopefully Cymbalta will be the answer.
Just a curious question...are YOU Ted?
Why is everyone talking about me on Dr. K's blog?
You people are all nuttier than squirrel shit.
Oh and Sarah, if my wife happens to die in the next year I'm going to buy your tight little pooper and keep you tied up in my basement.
I am not Dr. K. Are you serious?
KS - I may be a lot of things, but I'm definitely NOT this Ted character. I've only got one persona going, and that's Dr. K.
Dr. K - sorry.
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