After about a week in the hospital, I wasn't improving. I was still severely depressed. The rest of this blog post is based on my journal entries, and a couple memories from Jason:
A doctor came to my room and discussed trying something more extreme or drastic to treat my depression. The "normal" or "traditional" methods didn't seem to work for me. They told me they would find out what insurance was willing to cover, but I was a good candidate for either treatment.
The first suggestion was TMS (transcranial magnetic stimulation) where they put two magnets on either side of your head and send tiny electrical currents through your brain. It was only a few minutes at a time, minimal side effects. (To this day, I wonder why I didn't take this recommendation)
The second suggestion was ECT (electroconvulsive therapy). For this treatment, you will be given anesthesia as they place electrodes on your head and send enough electricity through you to cause a seizure. But you'd be asleep so it wouldn't hurt or be scary or anything like that. The doctor promised that every side effect would be temporary, and I would be permanently cured afterward so it would be worth it anyway.
The doctors told me that, while TMS was easier on the body, I should do ECT because I would get faster results and be able to go home sooner. I didn't care what it took, I was ready to start feeling better. Later that night, when Jason came to visit, we had the doctor explain both treatment options to him.
I don't know how long we waited and pondered, but obviously we chose to try ECT.
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