The most extreme treatment for any bipolar must be ECT. It’s that last-ditch effort to get someone back on track. The brain reboot. How they ever came up with the idea of shocking the shit out of someone’s head to fix them is beyond me, and how it works is even more mysterious. Well I am just about to that point. Dr. Drugs is trying one more drug on me, Latuda (Got an attituda? Try Latuda.). This is my last chance to pull my head out of my ass and stop obsessing about ending it all in the garage. I have this terrible aversion to hurting my family like that so I’m willing to try pretty much anything to keep from killing myself. But, what if pressing Ctrl-Alt-Delete on my skull doesn’t work? This is what really scares me. Plus, the treatment is three times per week under general anesthesia. I don’t think I could work while having these treatments, which brings its own set of anxieties. On the plus side, I think it might really do wonders for my hairstyle, which has been flat and boring for a long time. A straight-up-pointing frizz a la Billy Idol might be quite flattering. Also, I think it might really accentuate my eyes to have them bulge out like golf balls. Ah well, a day in the life of a bipolar….stop by and throw me a comment if you’ve had ect, will ya? Peaches.