I had Spravato on Friday. It was okay. I felt enough of something to know I actually took something but mostly just felt kind of out of it.
They tell you that what you feel during the treatment is basically the side effects and that they are no indication of how well the medication is or is not working, but I find it reassuring when I at least feel some kind of difference.
Oh, completely random side note that came to mind. . . I love when a nurse/doctor/psychiatrist/whatever . . . ask questions you are not likely to tell the truth to, but they don’t really want to deal with the truth, so they take your answer and move on. What am I talking about? For example, check in for Spravato on Friday and in the midst of talking with the doctor it came up that I had some times of bic over the last week. Her question. “Do they need medical attention?” If you ask me the answer is no every time. I know exactly what to expect as they heal, I don’t need anyone over reacting. I do not need to be answering questions of yet another doctor regarding it. By you are standing right there, why wouldn’t you ask to see for yourself?
Anyway, lost my train of thought so moving on. Yesterday my oldest and I went to see a family friend perform in a show. I am glad we were able to go but boy did it take a lot out of me.
My best friend is picking me up for mass this morning. I’ve really been struggling with my faith for a long time but right now I am in this place of needing desperately to be at Mass receiving God’s graces, but so ashamed and disgusted with myself that I don’t want to face it.
Anyway, I shall be getting ready for Mass now. You’ll likely hear from me later.
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