It’s St. Patrick’s Day, which means we must have corned beef for dinner. We don’t mind, it’s going to be delicious. It’s the only time I’d ever even consider eating cabbage, it just feels right. I’ll probably eat my body weight in potatoes and carrots, with a small portion of corned beef. Nancy is more fond of cabbage, and will eat it at other times. This is what they call a New England Boiled Dinner. Wikipedia…
“New England boiled dinner is the basis of a traditional New England meal, consisting of corned beef or asmoked “picnic ham” shoulder, with cabbage and added vegetable items, often including potato, rutabaga,parsnip, carrot, white turnip and onion. When using a beef roast, this meal is often known simply as corned beef and cabbage even with the addition of other vegetables.”
Anyway, beyond that I feel compelled to report what is happening with electro-convulsive therapy. Some friends are curious about it, even considering doing it. My next treatment is the day after tomorrow, on March 19. We’re down to once a week now. Enough to stave off depression, but not so frequent that I have to think about it every day. Three times a week is no picnic. Preparing for it the night before (not taking certain medications and not eating or drinking after midnight), and actually having it done and recovering, is like a full-time job when you’re doing it on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Ugh.
I like that the nurses know me over there. When I walk into the ECT Clinic, every nurse I see says, “Hi Darren!” Sort of like, “Norm” on Cheers. And I know all of them by name. They’re so damn nice. I’m going to miss them when eventually I’m down to one treatment every three months or so. That’s when they get to, “maintenance.” Eventually once every six months. They’re busy nurses…so very many people getting, “shock therapy.” It’s amazing.