Howdy, all. Thought I pop around and give you an update on what's been going on with me (besides the usual).

A couple or three weeks back I got a phone call from the VA Hospital in Salt Lake City -- please come in and be checked out for PTSD.

Huh?? Well, on Tuesday last I went.

Well, it was determined that I'm a sociopathic pyschotic. I have to take fourteen different kinds of meds, wear a strait jacket, and I can't have anything more dangerous than a soft rubber spoon. I'm to be locked up on a desert island for the rest of my life, without food or care -- this is because of W's budget decisions.

Seriously, they said I was NOT suffering from PTSD (as far as they could tell) but that I did have quite a bit of depression and they told me where I can get help WITHOUT going three hours each way to SLC. I have several options right here in town, which is good because otherwise I probably wouldn't bother. They also suggested that I increase the drug I've been taking since 2001 for it -- I'm at the dosage where it's barely apparent and they suggested that it be doubled to the "you can almost know it's there" dosage. Gotta see a couple of docs for that, though.

So it was mixed news and that's fine with me. They were REALLY big on suicide (preventing it, I mean) and it was decided that at this point I'm not suicidal either (except around banjo-accordion duets, but then everyone is).

So, there it is. More or different meds, counseling, get more exercise, and do more music.

And now I'm out of the depression closet....