Magnetic Feels

It’s been two weeks since my last regularly scheduled TMS session. On Monday, Dr. Levine’s office began the process of petitioning Aetna…

Every week, I sit in Dr. Levine’s office and complete a depression rating scale that includes the following section:

The fact that I have opinions and am capable of telling you about them should tell you something else, namely, that the TMS fucking works…

Or, some things to know about the technology and economics of TMS. Remember, I’m still not a doctor.

Or, a depressed person’s catalog of the connected world

The medical community has a term for when you don’t get around to showering and brushing your teeth because you’re too damn depressed…

Strange things are happening. Very strange. Bizarre. Let me explain.

What is going on out there? (Gestures toward the world outside my apartment.) Who knows? Not me. For the first time in my adult life, I’ve…

Unlike pharmaceutical treatments for depression, TMS has not (yet) made much of a mark on popular culture, in any medium. Eli Lilly first…

My goals for today were as follows: cook and eat a proper breakfast, groom the cat, go to the gym with the free day pass I downloaded, wash…

Yesterday’s appointment was #16. That means I’ve passed the halfway point for the daily protocol. Hooray?

When I arrived for Thursday’s appointment, after missing Wednesday’s, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But the only thing Kristy said was a…

There are two new voicemails on my phone. I haven’t listened to them; I’m not going to. One is from Dr. Levine’s office. The other is Dr…

Music! Remember that? Obviously YOU do. I’m not sure if I do.

Yesterday’s depression treatment was depressing.

Sophie has been out the past few days, which means my treatments have been administered by her colleague — let’s call her Kristy. I like…

Disclaimer: In case it isn’t obvious, I am not a doctor. I barely passed high school biology. I am not here to advise you. YMMV. Etc.

One week down, eight to go. Here’s the recap.

I’m only doing this because I can afford to.

Here is an incomplete list of interesting physical experiences I have successfully described to other people.

The promised mega-blizzard turned out to be nothing more than a wimpy winter storm, leaving the city with half a foot of slushy snow. I…