Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Fear and Hope

I begin ECT on Monday.  That's just a few short days away.  As the time draws nearer, I spend a lot of time thinking, "Do I really need to do this?"
It seems extreme.  It is extreme.
My whole life will be turned upside down for a month while I do these treatments.  They are three times a week, smack in the middle of each day that they are scheduled.  It takes almost an hour to drive to the facility where the procedure will take place.  I am not sure how long each session lasts, though from my reading, it sounds like it will be quick.
I don't dread or fear the seizures.  It is weird to know that I will be having a planned seizure, when my whole life is spent avoiding seizures.  I do know what it's like to recover from a seizure.  One of the things I hate the most about a seizure is biting my tongue or cheek.  I often wake up with blood all over my face and clothes, because tongues bleed a lot when they are bitten.  From what I am able to gather, they use a mouth guard, so I shouldn't bite my tongue during these seizures.  The only literal pain is recovering from the
Other than that, time gets fuzzy around a seizure.  I often forget chunks of time immediately before and after one.  I am guessing this might be similar.
What do I fear most about ECT?  Something going wrong with the anesthesia is my number one fear.  I have no reason to fear anesthesia in particular, but going "under" twelve times in a month increases my chances that something could go wrong.  So I worry about that.
I worry that my memory will be obliterated.  I already struggle so much with my memory and to think of it being further compromised is scary.  
I worry it won't work.  I worry that I will wake up and feel exactly the same, only adding in memory issues to boot.
To add to my fears and concerns, I start a new job next week.  The timing honestly couldn't be worse.  I am just hoping that I will feel good enough to work after each session and that I won't be too compromised. 
I basically feel like a big ball of anxiety, thinking about all that could go wrong.  Of course, I also am clinging to the hope that everything will go well, that I will spring up from my very first ECT, with a renewed sense of well-being and purpose.  It isn't unheard of for patients to improve from just one session.  I sincerely hope that I am one of those people.
90%.  I just have to keep focusing on that 90%.  I deserve to be happy and healthy again and I choose to believe that this will be the key to that.  
90%.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Finally!

I finally got the phone call with the schedule for my ECT treatments.  And of course, now that I have the dates on the calendar, I am losing my nerve.  Thoughts keeping rioting through my head.  Am I really going to shock my brain?  Is my depression really that bad?  Maybe it's a bit better and I should wait.

But I really don't think my depression is better.  Not really.  I know what normal me feels like.  And I am not normal.  Then I worry that maybe there is no normal me anymore.  Maybe that energetic person is gone forever and I will be a sloth for all of eternity.

90% effective.  That is what I have to focus on.  My psychiatrist says it is actually closer to 95% in all of the clinical studies.  So I'd have to be really unlucky to be part of that small percentage for whom it doesn't work.  But I've been part of a small percentage before and it wasn't all that much fun.

See, I told my doctor's nurse I wasn't brave.  I am really just scared.  Scared of the procedure.  Scared that it won't work.  Scared that I will always feel like this.

BUT.  My fear of staying like this forever and being this depressed person is my greatest fear of all.  It is a fear great enough to propel me forward and do this.  I CAN DO THIS.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Still Waiting

I am not a very patient person.  And I am especially impatient when I don't know why I am waiting.  Right now, I have done my part and completed everything I was supposed to in order to get ECT underway.

And I wait.

I have called the office a few times (and the last thing I want to do is annoy them) and each time, I am told that everything has been done and that I will hear from the scheduling department in a day or two.

And I wait.

I had an appointment with my usual psychiatrist today. I asked if he could do anything to speed things along and he said not really, but that he would do his best.

We did increase my antidepressant (I just started it and am still not at the max dose that he goes to) and he refilled my antianxiety rescue meds.  More pills.  I am just so tired of taking pills that don't seem to help.  But this could be the magic combination we are looking for, so I have to keep trying and taking.

And waiting.