So sad. Was trying to find an old work friend and just found his obituary from 2016. Bipolar with super bad alcoholism that he just could never get into recovery over for some reason or other. Beyond brilliant. Professor of plastic surgery. So much to offer. So sweet and ebulllient and hilarious and so totally, way too concerned about his clothing!!!! And shoes!!!!!!! God, that man spent a lot of money on shoes!!!!!!!

I am reminded of what my psychiatrist said to me when it became clear to all that I was very, very , very sick and would clearly never practice again. She walked into my room, after successfully winning the commitment hearing I fought against, leaned up against the door jamb and said: "What a fu**ing waste!!!" Then, she tunred aroudn and left.

I try not to, but I do sometimes forget that these illnesses are, in fact, life-threatening. People sometimes die from them. And it makes me very, very sad. I loved that man like a brother.

I knew he had relapsed. His GF ws a surgeon at Univ. of Minnesota. I paged her one day when he stopped calling me back. I know all the tricks. He was a professpor at Harvard, so, I couldn't go to his house--I was on the west coast. Anyway, I tried. I did. But it wasn't enough. A tormented soul. He is in peace now.