I didn't know that she checked herself in.
Informed by a phone call while I was workin',
Drove to the hospital, parked in the ramp,
Five dollars a visit with ticket stamp.

I asked her, "What happened? Why are you here?"
She said that "Nausea overcame fear".
Electro Shock Treatments are very tuff,
But she convinced me, she's had enough.

I didn't know,
How it would go.

They pushed her away on gurney that day.
I wished her the best, as I had no say.
As she disappeared through room's double door,
I wasn't sure what was true anymore.

Ten treatments required to take effect,
A mood shifting goal she chose to elect.
So every day I would visit the site,
One time at noon, and the other at night.

I didn't know,
How it would go.

Every time was the same horrible game,
As she searched hard to find someone to blame.
She would cry, and then say "What have you done?"
And I would explain, "It wasn't ME, hun."

Then she'd cry, and we'd hug until I leave.
Her memory gone. So hard to believe.
This all repeated again and again,
A constant review of how, what, and when.

I didn't know,
How it would go.

On fourth treatment session, first time I saw
A chunk of her tongue was bitten and raw.
I asked her, "What happened?" She didn't know.
Was deep on left side, where it didn't show.

We showed the nurses, who hadn't a clue.
They said, "The doctors will know what to do."
I'm not sure anything ever was said.
Everyone seemed to ignore it instead.

I didn't know,
How it would go.

Eventually it came to an end.
No longer visits did I have to spend.
I got back my wife and her tongue had healed.
Results of the effort were soon revealed.

Well, after ten treatments nausea was gone,
But manic depression kept going on.
Resulting from all of that stress and strain-
Her short-term memory left her brain.

And now I know,
How it did go.