Some of you know that I have been stressed out over the last fortnight regarding my eldest son Steve.
He tried to take his own life last July and after trying an assortment of prescribed drugs and counselling he volunteered to try ECT treatment as a last resort. Dave and I were devasted and scared for him. He was supposed to have had his first session on Monday, but the hospital hadn't completed all the correct paperwork so he had his first session today. (He will need 6-12 sessions)
He has asked us not to visit him at the psychiatric hospital as he says it's pretty grim, with all the yelling and screaming of the deeply disturbed and schizophrenics. Hopefully, he will be transfered to The Priory in Hove, where the surroundings are pleasanter and the food will be much better according to him. His first dinner was a soggy, yellow sausage roll and hash browns, very healthy I don't think.
Well he had his first ECT session this morning. I phoned him at lunchtime and he said he felt a little confused, very sore around the temples and complained that the muscle relaxants didn't work too well as he had bad cramps in his calves. His next session will be on Monday.
At last I am feeling more relaxed (maybe the St John's Wort helped, approved by my doctor), I was so scared for him and I have been, like most mums would, asking myself where I have gone wrong.
Last Friday I was crying all day, today I actually had a laugh at work. So hopefully things are looking up all round.
Thanks to all of you who have wished us well and given support. It can only get better now.
Thank you for taking the trouble to read this.