Ugh. Had my OSH (state hospital) PTSD totally triggered today working on that book. Had to tackle the story of a very good friend who tragically died while we were at the hospital. Long, long story, but basically, the county coroner ruled it a cardiac death. Complete BS. This guy was running 6 to 12 miles a day, no issue and the autopsy results did not support that finding, when you dug into them. It was a joke. Sloppy work. My pal's sister, who is from out of state, smart, and very caring, had a second autopsy done. It turned out my friend had toxic levels of benzo metabolites, along with tons of Seroquel and other sedating stuff, They were way overmedicating him. Three days before he died, I saw him. He was slurring and stumbling and he said to me, and I quote: "They are going to kill me."

Anyhow, he clearly died of an (unintentional) polypharmacy overdose. Almost certainly, a respiratory arrest. I don't mean to be mean, but the hospital killed him. They just did.

So, that was hard, remembering all that. He and I were extremely close. Definitely my best friend at the hospital. But glad I am able to tell his story, so people will know what really happened. He was so funny and so smart. Just a great dude. I really miss him.

Anyhow, feeling -pretty good, bipolar-wise. Not really sleeping, but hey--.

Hugs to all, especially those struggling!!!!!!!