Good old Steven Tyler, one of my heroes.

I had a great 3-4 week run of goodness and fell off the saddle today. I got some aggravating news this afternoon and that triggered my anger and paranoia. I allowed my mind to race, I began one of my famous rants, and then things sort of spiraled from there. Then I remembered that I forgot to take my meds. Thank God for my wife who now knows better how to talk me down. BP really is a family affliction, yes?

The good news is this - I can at least recognize and acknowledge my behavior now. That's the blessing of a diagnosis! Like most of us, I'm still a work in progress. I'm seeing my p-doc on 7/1, thank God for him as well. And thanks for my guitar - I played the solo from Cinderella's "Don't Know What You've Got Til It's Gone" and did great.......by my standards!

And thanks to everyone here. Day 1 starts tomorrow!