Results! I figured out a jury-rigged solution to something mundane yesterday, my wife shot a 1-take iPhone video tutorial and we posted it on YouTube. The whole thing took five minutes. What a couple of nerds. I like my second prospective Continuance of Government Medicare pdoc. He listened to my problems and gave me solutions: I can take more Neurontin and more Depakote and resume Mother Lithium, contingent on a blood test which I had drawn at a diagnostic lab on the way home from his office. There are diagnostic labs everywhere on this island... you can't go out to eat or get groceries without accidentally entering a diagnostic lab. I have to keep my insurance cards and ID on me at all times. Inland there's an enormous building visible from the freeway in which they conduct their diagnostics. The bad news: he said I gotta stop hotboxing, ASAP. That's bad news, but I conceded, responding, "It clouds the picture." He nodded and said, "It clouds the treatment." This boss knows he's no T. More bad news: according to the FDA's black box warning, Depakote has been known to kill people. Maybe that only happens when the patient is desperate enough to max out the dose. Suddenly Mother Lithium, more Neurontin and even more Depakote seem like a lotta pills. I should work for research laboratories and pharmaceutical companies as a psychotropic test pilot. I could get good money for hazardous duty pay, just hangin' out, *****ing on the Bipolar Check-In Thread and ingesting toxins. I'm really looking forward to a resumption of my severe lithium hand tremor; over time, I have invented a number of lies intended to thoroughly embarrass anyone rude enough to ask me about it. That was always standard operating procedure, but it seems at the moment unnecessarily aggressive, but then, I've been hotboxing. I don't want to leave the house again for a month. I shall become a Hikikomori. If any of my pdocs are following this thread: love ya, docs.

Today's image is Buddha in Emaciation.