Lest there be doubts

I met with my new psychiatrist this afternoon (new, as in he'll be my primary psychiatrist). I earned my nerd badge by presenting him with a graph that's tracked my daily mood for the past six months. I reported that I'm doing much better, the result of the hospital stay and the change in medication. I also mentioned that I'm still having trouble with directions and recognizing places. (I needed to get and use directions to find his office, even though I've been there before.) I attributed it to the ECT treatments. He thought that was unusual, that the treatments would affect such a specific area of memory. When the appointment was over and it was time to leave, I opened the door and walked into a closet.