Shock Therapy

We are now about to enter the "Shock Zone". Next week Boyce will begin to undergo shock therapy. I know it conjures up horror movies and such. But it is still being used and is very well-controlled. I am still concerned about it as always with the fear of the unknown. It will be done on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and I need to be with him for the rest of the day. I've heard mostly good things about it and I am going to trust in God's protection for Boyce and peace for me. Keep us in your prayers, Friends.

rough rough times

My brain feels like its going to explode. Too many feelings contained into a too small space. lots of anger right now and pity for myself, which I hate feeling, but right now there's no denying it. I feel like my life is over, just marking time till it's over. I don't see any future. just day after day of plodding with this illness and a man that is unwilling to listen to me although he counts on me for everything. everything I do is questioned- is this the correct medicine? is this the correct dosage, constant questioning of everything, even questioning of the psychiatrist's advice, Why you ask? because he totally believes the next door neighbor. I am aggravated beyond words. I almost feel like packing my husband's bags and moving him next door for Mr. Know-It-All to deal with it. I think it is a dangerous situation. I feel all is futile. I, sometimes, think of death or divorce. I am just so tired of it and it's only the beginning.