Bipolar

At the end of the corridor was the ice. Crashing through its swinging doors I stood still for a while. Hands on My knees I waited to catch My breath.as I straightened up I felt a chill run up My spine. I hoped it was simply because of the hyper-cooled AC of the ice and not an omen of things to come.... come br>Let's hide in here tucked away quietly in the middle of a doctors' Mind and watch from up close the heavy traffic of tiny short-lived electrical action potentials crashing into the consciousness and changing into long-lasting memories and life-changing philosophies. for that is where this book will take you - right into a doctor's mind. ? br/> and watch death from up close. And admire the pristine innocence of a child the pride of the poor and the Phoenix of man rise from the ashes of defeat. and watch life from up close. And Marvel at its intricate alignments and infinite hope. witness from up close the gladiatorial battle between raw human emotion and cold clinical logic.hold on tight as the pendulum swings from death to life from defeat to victory from despair to joy. come Let's watch a bipolar life and the many short stories that make it. come Let's watch it all from here. from inside the doctor's mind.