This single panel comic shows me going under for ECT with my head wrapped in the ECT recording strip from my last session. My skull is removed to show a brain connected to electrodes and wreathed in spatters and disorder. My mouth is covered by the strip of paper which record my seizure with red squiggly lines.
To Be Continued; My First ECT remembers:
The smiling psychiatrist said
You give good seizure.
I didn’t know what to say
Have I found my superpower?