So today was my 22nd Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation treatment and it (KNOCK ON ALL THE WOOD) still seeming to be working. If I had to guess I’d say I’m like 75% of a “normal” person and that’s a giant change for me. I’m still tired. I still have brain fog but not as bad. I still have bad days. But I’m feeling so much better. It could go away at any point so I’m enjoying it while it’s here.
And I’m continuing to do embroidery to distract me from getting drilled in the brain and my latest one is a favorite:
Victor was impressed with my stitching but thought a cat dissection was sort of a fucked-up subject but I explained that it’s not a dissection, it’s just cat who wants a belly scratch and then you look inside the cat (metaphorically, Victor) and guess what? Surprise! THERE’S ANOTHER CAT IN THERE. CATS STUFFED WITH CATS = TWICE AS CUTE. (Unless it’s cats having sex, which is also technically cats stuffed with other cats but is less adorable and not necessarily something that should be embroidered on a pillow. Maybe. Depends on the pattern, I guess.)
So, long story short, I think this treatment is making me more optimistic because if this cat is a Rorschach test I’m pretty sure I’m failing it in the best possible way.
14 more treatments to go…