I spent most of my time getting my costume ready for Day 2. This was the day of the ball, and I wanted to go as a Regency Gent (ok, I wanted to go as a rake. A cad. A rogue).
Menswear is a whole different box of worms. I still have a lot to learn, but I had so much fun making and wearing this outfit.
First day of the retreat was my Little White Dress in a lightweight Swiss dot cotton. I first wore it to the Jane Austen Tea put on by our local JASNA group, but I’ve been working on it since last summer. It’s a 1790’s number.
I know I get a bit obsessive about these detours into the Possible Magic Pill That Will Fix All My Problems (all duds long term, for the TLDR), but I’m going to stick my head back in here for a moment and finish documenting the old TMS journey, for myself and for anyone else who is looking for accounts of the treatment that are somewhere between rainbows/unicorns and YOU RUINED MY LIFE.
Over the weekend, I went to my first Ren Faire, a small local event at a farm we often go to seasonally for strawberry and apple picking. I planned to go with a friend in Tudor era fashion (1485-1603).
Like I mentioned in my last post, I started TMS recently. TMS sends magnetic pulses through your head and can cure you of – according to the internet – almost everything. It’s often covered by insurance (you know, after every other treatment has failed), although neither the insurance company nor the TMS clinic can tell me how much it will cost me out-of-pocket because apparently neither of them know.
So far, the FDA has approved TMS for depression, migraines, OCD, and smoking cessation. Apparently, across the pond, Europe is already using it for a host of other conditions, including chronic pain, MS, and Parkinson’s (Please note, this link is to the website of the machine my clinic uses. I was hoping for a less biased source of info, but that was all I could find).
