I don't know what to say except I wish warmth and sunshine for those of you in the midwest.

Tomorrow I've got to go to the hospital where I get ECT for a second opinion. The second opinion is a legal requirement because at one time ECT was over-used and abused by doctors as behavioural discipline. Now a second pdoc has to agree that the patient is lucid enough to give consent. Since my regular pdoc has been ill this week I contacted the hospital about a solution. They've got me meeting with someone I don't know at all. I'm a little anxious.

Then, Friday I go back for the ECT treatment itself. This will be a nicer trip, though, considering my best friend is taking me. We get two hours to chat on the way there, but I'm not very chatty on the way back. You can guess why.