Here is the state of depression in the Upper Midwest: I play Beatles’ songs on the piano and go ice skating and some nights my wife Leah is in bed 12, 14 hours. Hell, if I took the meds she’s on I would sleep until August. Yesterday she woke up and ate cereal and then mid-morning went back to our bedroom and a couple hours later took a shower. She might have gone back to bed after that. I don’t keep track.
At one point I asked her if she’d been sleeping.
No, she said. I was resting.
In the afternoon she had her semimonthly call with her psychiatrist. I was there with her. That’s the deal, for both our sakes. Her med changes are convoluted this winter, like watching Julia Child cook a stew. Add a little of this. Try a little of that. Maybe some of this. Maybe less of that. That’s what my wife’s meds changes are like. …
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