Thursday, January 5, 2012

Hemingway, Plath, Brautigan, David Foster Wallace, Lou Reed

I spent a week in an inpatient facility, but the connection I want to draw is electroconvulsive therapy. I'm some twenty treatments in, I started last September, 3 times a week at first, and have now spread the treatments out to once per month. I dread everything about it, from getting up ridiculously early to having to expose my feet for electrodes. The worst though, without a doubt is the loss of memory. I can't find places I've visited dozens of times, conversations both recent and in the past are lost to me, but perhaps most troubling is how little I remember of books I've read and loved. An excuse to read them again no doubt, but still unsettling.