two ect sessions this week.

five things to note

a) its mostly waiting--waiting for the session, waiting after the session, four or five hours in this cinderblock bunker with a big flat screen, and 3.30 of that is waiting.
b) i ache and want to puke after the sessions, like the body trying to reassert itself.
c) i think i am the youngest person there, with one exception.
d) everyone seems nice enough, but cognitivly impaired, like the worwst mashed potato bits in the worst of my depression (except the doctors, who i like)
e) walking up in the recovery room, when i'm blind, all i see is these bright colours, yellows of biohazard signs, blues of scrubs, whites of sheets, this seems significant.