Maybe I'm here?

Hello, it's 5am NYC. Can't sleep, bothered as hell. I got perhaps some 'bad' news @ a new shrink's office today. I had a good doc, but he died. In February. Been off meds (Seroquel, Depakote & Effexor) long, long time. But got real, real sick. Don't know who or where I am anymore. Lost. So, the 'new' guy says more than just being bi-polar 1, ADHD & DID he says I show evidence of alcoholic encephalapathy, or 'Wet Brain'. Brain damage, great. Like I thought this "thing" was really OK. Crap. Another guy who wants to do ECT. Hey, I got like 2 functioning brain cells left, why do you want to fry them???

Well, he wants to put me on Lamictal. Doesn't sound like my idea of a good time. You might get a rash, if you skip a dose you might get THE RASH, and if you dbl-up you're goin' to the hospital. I haven't got enough fingers, toes or braincells to count up the # of times I've skipped or doubled up by accident. Pull that with this stuff & 'it's off to see the wizard'. How the hell is a brain-dead mental patient/psycho supposed to NOT screw up his meds? If things in my life were so easy to control I wouldn't need ANY of their junk to begin with! Crap. Lost.

Well, anyway, hello.
(Ohh, & p.s. the 'Wet Brain'. I'm sober 3 years, just celebrated last night. Too soon old, too late smart)