Brain Bugs

When I created this blog, I didn’t intend it to be a journal on depression. I didn’t make any plans at all. I just wanted to have a mental record of a lot of things that don’t fit in my teeny tiny memory.

But reading the latest entries, I can see how everything spins around depression.   Boring.  Now, when I turn off the computer, things  don’t really change.  It’s not that I focus too much on feeling depressed, is that it’s all there is at the moment.

Right now I am very irritable, so much that every little sound pierces my skull, I can’t even stand the voices of my family, and rage builds up inside me when they decide to ask me what the hell is wrong.  Argh, people, just leave me the hell alone.  But at the same time, don’t go.

I’ve been sleeping most of the time, and this is weird even for me.  I’ve been sleeping over 16 hours a day without the help of any medication.  

The brain keeps going from one glitch to the other.

 

Random Happenings in Life

The teacher in charge of grading me for my work in the social medicine rotation has been extremelly patient but the month is almost over and I haven’t done anything.  I cannot see a moment when I’ll be able to, and then I panic when I think what my life will be like if I can never work.  O_O  This just can’t happen.

There’s no talking to people because I really have no patience for anyone out there.  No patience for their ignorance, their intolerance and their cheap advice.  I can’t deal with any of that now.  If I try, I would be rude with a lot of them, and I don’t want to.

Oh yes, the teacher I mentioned recommended me some practicioner who is especialized in alternative medicine.  Chinese stuff apparently.  I had to go because I really can’t say no to anything this person says because a lot in my “professional” life depends on what he has to say about me.  I think I have this unrealistic hope that someone will allow me to graduate because of everything I’ve done so far, and not care about the fact that I haven’t been able to complete the last 4 months.   (Like, oh yes, she’s so much better than a lot of people we’ve graduated from here, so what’s the harm?)

It would not cure my depression but at least I could rest a bit.  I could say “yes, I made it.  Even if I die right now I will have this one single acomplishment”.

Ah whatever.  It doesn’t really matter. It’s just one of those things you *think* is going to make you feel better but it probably won’t.   Now prepare for the rant to continue.

For the record, I don’t buy any of that alternative medicine crap.  It hasn’t shown to be better than placebo.  And it’s not that I dislike placebo.  I don’t.  I think placebo could help me, but in order for placebo to work I would have to be unaware that I’m being administered placebo in the first place.

Last Friday, the alternative medicine doc put some spiky things on my ears and gave me hypnotherapy.  During such hypnotherapy I seemed concentrated because I was trying my best not to laugh at the whole “new age” environment with the music and the bells.   For some reason, she has decided not to charge me in the 2 appointments i’ve had so far.  But she’s expecting me next week.  I’ll probably start rebelling against it the moment she starts charging, because that would give me an excuse to stop going there.  Plus, I’m actually broke.  So it would be more like a reason than just an excuse. 

Oh, my extended family has offered me to go see this “awesome person” in another city near here.  Probably more mumbo jumbo.  BUT I’m considering it.  The reason is that I’ve never been to that city before. It’s not too far and I think I could enjoy a trip… I’m just sad I don’t have my camera to record any of it.

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4 thoughts on “Brain Bugs

  1. It would not cure my depression but at least I could rest a bit. I could say “yes, I made it. Even if I die right now I will have this one single acomplishment”.

    This is exactly what I thought. In university I knew I was suffering from depression and just kept thinking to myself that I would let myself rest and get better once I had graduated and achieved something. This didn’t work, once I had nothing to do the depression completely took over and 1.5 years later I’m still not doing anything. I reckon while your still functioning you should set yourself some further goals to keep you in the world.

    I really hope you graduate.

  2. “I think placebo could help me, but in order for placebo to work I would have to be unaware that I’m being administered placebo in the first place”

    Do you ever get paranoid that when you ARE given medication, it’s not really medicine but just a sugar pill or something? I swear, I have never met anyone with depression who hasn’t felt like that before and now I’m curious if it really is a common reaction.

  3. Do you ever get paranoid that when you ARE given medication, it’s not really medicine but just a sugar pill or something?

    ALWAYS. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’m so immersed in the world of medicine because of what I study, and the fact that I can check the brands and the presentation of the pills and research on specialists databases on the use of placebo, I would be extremely paranoid.

    I guess I am! I just found relief to my paranoia. But every now and then I still think, maybe when psychiatrists graduate they are taken into a secret brother and sisterhood where they learn the secret arts of placebo.

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