Please Tell Me He's Not The Unibomber!

I am looking at my calendar for this week, it seems it's time for the 4 Month Mental Check-Up.  I hope I haven't blogged this story before, I've looked through my disorganization of papers, it looks like I haven't yet. I must blog about my last Psychiatric visit. I was Chatty Cathy that day. I must have been excited about somethin that lasted probably a day or so which is the norm, then I return to my pissy hating everything and everyone.  I guess tomorrow's visit, we will talk about my little breakdown & the 911 call I had about 6 weeks ago, hoping TMZ doesn't get their hands on it and release it to the public....Ain't that right Harvey?.... Getting back to my last visit, I sat in the lobby of my Psychiatrist's office for 4 HOURS (this is Baton Rouge, Louisiana, you are lucky to SEE a Psychiatrist, And Good Luck finding a Bed at a Psych Hospital when you WIG OUT, there are NONE, so enjoy JAIL or a LONG STAY IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM, ask for Green Jello it helps calm the nerves) plenty of time to make friends with 2 Schizophrenics, one that took his meds, the other did not because his moma told me he though he's meds were poisonous..... "Hmmm figures", I said to myself... A Bi Polar like myself, and the Unibomber.  No, I didn't really talk to the Unibomber, but I kept my eye on him for 4 LONG HOURS.  There were a group of people surrounding the Unibomber.  To me it looked like they were trying a family intervention.  Every 15 minutes, the Unibomber dressed in a hoodie & sunglasses would leave the lobby, go outside, pace and smoke his cigs.  Then he would come back inside mubble a few words to his family, rock back & forth, ooops up again, he would get up, go outside again, pace, smoke his cigs, come back inside, sit down, rock back & forth and mumble with his family, ooops out the door again. This went on the entire time I was in the lobby.  Everytime the Unibomber came back inside my thought would be....."Oh, My, GOD, DOES HE HAVE A BOMB THIS TIME?"... He scared me the most.  The guy with Schizophrenia that didn't take his meds just kept scratching his head like he had lice. The guy with Schizophrenia that took his meds would stand up, go to the Receptionist every 15 minutes and say, "Is it my turn yet?...Is it my turn yet?.....Is it my turn yet?.....Is it my turn yet?....... After 4 hours of waiting it was MY turn to tell the doctor of my Grandiose Delusional Ideas in 15 MINUTES~~~ "Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda... So what do you think Doc, Are we increasing Meds this Month?".....As I was leaving the Unibomber was STILL there a rocking and a mumbling... I shouted...."TRY GREEN JELLO, IT CALMS THE NERVES, & DIFFUSES BOMBS!".... Then Ran!