Last month I wrote
a post about some of my early scrapbook pages, and a little bit about the PND that accompanied that time in my life. I was so touched by all the comments that were left for me! I hadn't meant it to be a sad post, so in the next one I promised to write about some of the funny things from that period - and there are heaps!
So, without further ado, here is...
The Toothbrush Story
There are lots of different treatments for Post Natal Depression. Some work for some people and some don't. I was unfortunate in that I was one of those people who didn't respond to some of the more common and less intrusive treatments. (Before I go on, I just want to say that I know I'm VERY
fortunate... because I'm still here!) So the treatment that worked for me had an unpleasant (and uncommon) side effect. Memory loss. Five and half months worth. And from then, I've struggled with maintaining memories... it's taken a long time for me to be able to retain things again.
Sounding like a sob story?
It's not.
It's actually rather funny.
Ever gotten halfway through telling a joke to someone and had them say "Oh yeah, you've told me this one" and you're left with nowhere to go?? It's a bit deflating! Not with me! You could tell me the same joke every day and I wouldn't stop you! I'd be too busy waiting for the punchline...
A couple of my fellow 'inmates' (as I apparently referred to patients) and I had a running joke. I had eight of these treatments and they took place three times a week. So on the in between days, we'd joke about how they were going to fool me the next day! Because my memory would essentially have been wiped again. They'd tell me what names they'd give themselves and we'd all see whether I knew their real names in the morning. Or they'd leave me a note on my bedside table with hints, and I'd come out afterwards and try and figure out who was who...
But one of my favourite stories involves my long-suffering dad. Dad came to stay when I was in hospital and visited every day. On the in between days, I'd drag him into the Hobart CBD... usually to Spotlight! He still says that he "never wants to see another bloody Spotlight"... So he'd be with me trying to tell me what things I'd already bought previously, but trying not to upset me. Poor guy! But, it wasn't just Spotlight...
On each outing during this forgetful time, it seems that I walked past the
same store, with the
same special, and had the
same thought...
"Oooh! That's a good price for toothbrushes!"
Now, I'm a bit of a bargain hunter. When I see a good special, I don't just get one, especially if it's a non-perishable item... like toothbrushes... And I
love multi-packs...
So.
Each time I saw them, I would have bought maybe 2 or 3 packs... don't ask me the exact amount... I don't remember...
So, that's 2 or 3 packs,
multi-packs, on
each in between day.
That's a lot of toothbrushes!
And before I forget (yes, pun intended...), the above photo was taken a few weeks ago.
They're from our toothbrush stash...
... that I bought nearly 3 years ago...
How long till they're vintage and I can sell them on etsy?