Funny how those insignificant things all around become of great significance. Tablets for instance; medication for all sorts of things. Little tablets in bottles and boxes, all shapes, sizes and colours.
To me, they became very significant. My wife was diagnosed as suffering post-natal depression and our family GP prescribed anti-depressants. This medication is to help correct a chemical imbalance in the brain which apparently is a condition of depression. It sounds like depression and the brain and the chemical balance are all entwined to me. They all need to be kind of running in sync.
Anyway, tablets to my wife also became significant and a light at the end of the tunnel. She was assured that she would get better and not to lose sight of that fact. It would take time, a variable thing; but she must believe it will happen. It gave her something to think about apart from constantly focussing on herself. That was one thing I really noticed with my wife. Her life revolved around her, she was oblivious to what I was doing, though not intentionaly I felt.
Apart from my wifes' unhappy lot, I had good reasons for hoping these tablets would do the job. Mainly, I was due at work, I had 3 kids to care for and a very unwell, unhappy wife.
A happy pill was not an overnight guarantee though. Advice was hammered home that the sufferer might start to feel a little better in a few days or it could take up to six weeks. We were also told that it is common for some anti-depressant not to suit and that another would be prescribed. This involved a weaning off period from one anti-depressant before the other could be started.
All of this stuff didn't do me much good. I knew my wife was miserable but I had my own selfish reasons for wanting her better in a hurry. Things like money, 3 kids and a life turned upside down. But life had to carry on; like changing a poopy nappy while my wife was crying and miserable. That's how it was.
As the saying goes; it didn't happen overnight, but it did happen. It took a change of tablets and about 8 weeks. By this time, at snail pace, I noticed the improvement in my wife. Small, but an improvement nonetheless.
After 4 months my wife was almost her old self but not quite. Anyway, the signs were good and couldn't come quick enough for me. We started to plan a short holiday.........
To me, they became very significant. My wife was diagnosed as suffering post-natal depression and our family GP prescribed anti-depressants. This medication is to help correct a chemical imbalance in the brain which apparently is a condition of depression. It sounds like depression and the brain and the chemical balance are all entwined to me. They all need to be kind of running in sync.
Anyway, tablets to my wife also became significant and a light at the end of the tunnel. She was assured that she would get better and not to lose sight of that fact. It would take time, a variable thing; but she must believe it will happen. It gave her something to think about apart from constantly focussing on herself. That was one thing I really noticed with my wife. Her life revolved around her, she was oblivious to what I was doing, though not intentionaly I felt.
Apart from my wifes' unhappy lot, I had good reasons for hoping these tablets would do the job. Mainly, I was due at work, I had 3 kids to care for and a very unwell, unhappy wife.
A happy pill was not an overnight guarantee though. Advice was hammered home that the sufferer might start to feel a little better in a few days or it could take up to six weeks. We were also told that it is common for some anti-depressant not to suit and that another would be prescribed. This involved a weaning off period from one anti-depressant before the other could be started.
All of this stuff didn't do me much good. I knew my wife was miserable but I had my own selfish reasons for wanting her better in a hurry. Things like money, 3 kids and a life turned upside down. But life had to carry on; like changing a poopy nappy while my wife was crying and miserable. That's how it was.
As the saying goes; it didn't happen overnight, but it did happen. It took a change of tablets and about 8 weeks. By this time, at snail pace, I noticed the improvement in my wife. Small, but an improvement nonetheless.
After 4 months my wife was almost her old self but not quite. Anyway, the signs were good and couldn't come quick enough for me. We started to plan a short holiday.........