Why is the hold music at my psychiatrist’s office playing “Send in the Clowns”?

 Making my entrance again with my usual flair ...

Well, shit

When you get home from an amazingly awesome vacation and you set down your painstakingly-filled-by-your-mother container of bipolar meds divided into an entire week of morning and evening handfuls of pills and it slips and lands face-down on the carpet and pops open and basically her worst nightmare explodes right before your eyes ...